![]() ![]() ![]() As they drew closer Evangeline saw that the windows facing the street were strangely blank. Now here it was, a block-long fortress squatting in the shadow of St. In tawdry penny circulars she'd read stories about the dangerous criminals locked up in Newgate. "Stone Jug?” Evangeline leaned forward, craning her neck. "There she is,” one of the constables said, gesturing out the window. Even a few hours ago she might've felt pity now she only felt numb. She'd heard about these children who earned pennies collecting animal bones that were turned to ash and mixed with clay to make the ceramics displayed in ladies’ china cupboards. Evangeline squinted, trying to make out what they had in their hands. Women in tattered shawls loitered under oil lamps, men huddled around barrel fires, children - even at this late hour - darted in and out of the road, picking through rubbish, shrieking at each other, comparing finds. The air, dense with coal smoke, reeked of horse manure and rotting vegetables. This part of London was like no place Evangeline had ever seen. ![]()
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