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She stood among them, watching them and
feeling curiously alien to them. Ask your own conscience. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. Sir John was not used to such glances, and he liked
them. His eyes swept the company, and fell upon Melusine with a glare. You know—I worship you. He initiated sex with her, lightly fingering her clitoris
as an invitation. The air was
sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense
with incense. Perhaps in two or three weeks. He leaned forward to embrace
her. Assessing him as harmless, she had
remained friendly, albeit aloof. "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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