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Title: The grafters of America, who they are and how they work
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Wooldridge, Clifton R(odman), 1854- (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Chicago, Monarch book company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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the Harrison streetpolice court and sent to the Bridewell in default of pay-ment. Later she was rescued from the House of Cor-rection by friends. The spirit of the woman was completely broken byby the ignominy of the trip in the Black Maria. Thetrue hideousness of the situation dawned upon her whenshe was led from the court room and lodged in thebull pen to await the arrival of the Bridewell wagon.She was dressed in the height of fashion and carried her-self, as always, with the air of a queen, but when shewas escorted into the gloomy, ill-smelling room withbarred windows, all her buoyancy left her. To a person accustomed to decent surroundings thescene of which the woman sharper was now a part waspeculiarly revolting. Coarse-mouthed negresses, paintedwomen of the street, female habitual drunkards and theflotsam and jetsam of the Chicago levee were her com-panions. Whatever else she was Violet Sherbondy wasnot coarse. When the 2 oclock bus, with its grated sides and OF A DETECTIVE 329
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