ToC Monday, the 31st of August 1724,—a day long afterwards remembered by the officers of Newgate,—was distinguished by an unusual influx of visitors to the Lodge. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but they might have been worse. Probably hadn't.
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