If I can only get out into the fresh air I'll always revive. These days I'm worn out and pasty-faced but give me a day in the air and I'll be like new.
Park women, properly so called, are those degraded creatures, utterly lost to all sense of shame, who wander about the paths most frequented after nightfall in the Parks, and consent to any species of humiliation for the sake of acquiring a few shillings
