” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. Lucy didn’t seem like a teenage girl at all to Sheila and she knew it. Their duty was to see who came in, or went out; to lock up, and open the different wards; to fetter such prisoners as were ordered to be placed in irons; to distribute the allowances of provision; and to maintain some show of decorum; for which latter purpose they were allowed to carry whips and truncheons. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. He was daring enough to have seized and carried him off before the whole congregation, but he preferred waiting. Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t even interested in you. ToC Monday, the 31st of August 1724,—a day long afterwards remembered by the officers of Newgate,—was distinguished by an unusual influx of visitors to the Lodge. \"Today's Friday, isn't it?\" Lucy remembered. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement.
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