"It is with no small concern," writes an anonymous historian of Newgate, "that I am obliged to observe that the women in every ward of this prison are exceedingly worse than the worst of the men not only in respect to their mode of living, but more especially as to their conversation, which, to their great shame, is as profane and wicked as hell itself can possibly be. “It was my sister Anna. Manning, in an earnest voice, and waved his hand to the alley of mauve and purple. He destroyed her clumsily made dolls whenever he found them. " With this, he mounted his steed and rode off. "So I think," replied Kneebone, again applying to the snuff-box, and by that means escaping the angry glance levelled at him by his companion. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley.
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