There was a young lad ahead of her. On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. He brought home her first “meal”, a man who he 77 claimed was a highwayman who had raped several women and was destined for the hangman’s noose. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon.
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