. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. It gave her great satisfaction to hear that Madame Chamberlain had spent a night in the county jail, even if the nocturnal activities picked right up again after two weeks. “I must live, you know. She further suspected that he might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he had not already. It is a cheering reflection, that in the present prison, with its clean, wellwhitewashed, and well-ventilated wards, its airy courts, its infirmary, its improved regulations, and its humane and intelligent officers, many of the miseries of the old jail are removed. I can’t. I am an independent sort of person,” she continued, “and I am engaged in an attempt to earn my own living.
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