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155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. Wood's advice and assistance, but the thought of the reception she was likely to meet with from his wife deterred her from executing this resolution. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands. "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. He did not know what her game was, although he had a shrewd suspicion that she had been co-opted into it by her supposed husband, the soi-disant Valade. "My name is Darrell," said the fugitive hastily. He kissed her at the door. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it.
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