“MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. The girl wondered what effect the information would have upon Ah Cum if she told him that until a month ago she had never seen a city, she had never seen a telephone, a railway train, an automobile, a lift, a paved street. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. "Oh God! she is dying," exclaimed Jack in a voice suffocated by emotion.
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