The poor wretches got up, buttoned their clothes about them, thrust their hands into their bosoms, and shuffled out half asleep, a melancholy instance of the trials of the children of poverty and crime. The lodgers moved slowly off to bed, one by one; the kitchen was securely locked up, and the landlord then walked away, leaving drunkenness, misery and debauchery about the door.
FLASH DICTIONARY.
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Abbess, a bawd, the mistress of a bawdyken
Abbott’s Priory, the King’s Bench Prison