Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. No one was allowed to pass along Newgate Street, which was barricaded and protected by a strong constabulary force. You hurt the child. "Five guineas. I wonder if some of them did—and it didn’t get reported.
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