Cross Street Chapel

She told me she was born at * * * * * and had four sisters. — One was kept by an Austrian nobleman. — An-other was a gay lady at * * * *. She and her sister there made the fourth. They were a harlotting family evidently, all beautiful and open to all the male sex. — Thank beneficent providence for that. I had returned to England, at the end of the autumn and was going along *** Street at about half past eight one night in early winter, when I saw two, young, shortish women standing at the corner of a cross street. It was away from any main line of thoroughfare where doxies mostly pick up their friends. I looked hard at the one facing me as I crossed the road. — “What do you think of me? You'll know me again,” said she. — Gay from that I knew she was, I had not before been quite able to make up my mind whether they were strumpets, or not. I felt larkish. — “You're pretty, and I should know you again, if I felt you as well as saw you.” — “You'd better feel me then.” — I passed up the side street and at a few yards from the street lights stopped ...»