Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had
been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated
attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. "You were no doubt surprised by the unlooked-for
intelligence I sent you of your nephew's return?"
"Was it unlooked-for on your part?" demanded the knight, distrustfully. He resolved to
judge for himself. ’
Upon which, she darted through the library door, galvanising both the sergeant
and his two militiamen into action. "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.
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