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A POOB GIRL IN SEARCH OF "BUSTLE AND LIFE." A girl, apparently about eighteen years of age, with somewhat coarse features, but well formed, wearing a dark dress, a grey, light fitting, and shabby white Leghorn hat, round which was twisted a black veil, was brought before Mr. Newton at Worship-street- station on Saturday, charged by the police with being found wandering in the Bethnal-green-road, and also with being intoxicated. A constable of the N division said On Friday evening I saw a mob of persons surrounding the girl, pushing her about. She was evidently in liquor, and seemingly not knowing which way she was going. I therefore took her to the station-house at Hackney, but it was with the greatest difficulty any address could be obtained frcm her, even when quite sober, and the principal things she did was to laugh. Mr. Newton What name has she given ? Witness Eliza Scoll. The girl during this statement leant over the iron rail of the dock concealing her face from sight. Mr. Newton (to Bendall, the gaoler) See what you can make of her. Bendall: Where do you live ? Girl No. 4, Bassett's-terrace. Bendall Where's that ? Oh, near Victoria-park. Constable There's no such place, sir. Inspector Gibbons, N division Permit me, sir. A week since this girl was brought to the station-house, charged with being found on the Hackney-marsh. A constable brought her in about ten o'clock at night, he having seen her lying there—I believe in a very stagnant part of it. Her manner was then just the same as now. I recognised her immediately. She was brought in last evening. Mr. Newton And what became of her then ? Inspector She was taken to the workhouse, sir, where, I believe, she was discovered by her friends and ernoved. She was not charged. Mr. Newton Have you any friends ? Girl: Not that I know of. Mr. Newton Because I think you are not in a fit state to take care of yourself. Girl Oh yes, I ain. I want bustle and life; business will take this weight off my mind. Mr. Newton The best thing I can do is to send you to the workhouse, where you were before. I dare say that your friends will read of your having been brought here, and then we shall learn that of which you will not now inform us.

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