Moll Flanders Section 18

In which I find myself overwhelmed by the dreadful prospect of a death sentence, only to be moved toward a sincere repentance through the kind ministrations of a good man, amidst the sorrowful company of fellow prisoners and the ministrations of my afflicted governess. The narrative further reveals my narrow escape from execution to a sentence of transportation, and a poignant, secret meeting with my Lancashire husband in the prison’s press-yard, where our shared misfortunes unfold in subdued conversation.