As soon as he had gained his
feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the
musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. Shot him, do you hear?”
“Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. ’
‘I don’t know that there is so much to tell. She must learn wisdom—as God
pleases. His interest was divided: while his ears drank
in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back
to Ruth. "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. "Mercy on us! Well, I thought their manners quite out o' the common. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My
God!”
Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. There was no one else in the doorway. The very
carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the
bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. ‘Must be still downstairs. No wonder we are anxious that nothing should happen to make him
change his mind. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. I believe you’ve crushed a gland or something.
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