’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms. Jiggle-joggle, jiggle-joggle…! For each pause she was grateful. "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. “You frighten me!” He smiled at her indulgently. I am grateful, indeed I am. She has already forgotten it. I've already told you I'm about to take a long journey, and it's more than probable I shall never return.
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