"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. Bodies! Bodies! Horrible things! We are souls. He did not think of her as a killer, he
could barely conceive it. But after all, what did it matter
whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and
one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. ”
“You mean—you think——”
“Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he met there. You don’t want to miss the sport. During the week,
her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the
job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. " And, followed by the
young couple, who gazed wistfully at the poor sufferer, he hastily quitted the
room, and locked the door after him. ”
The girl shook her head. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. There was first the Avenue,
which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an
undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either
side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. He did his best not to grin.
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