It was called The Whoremongers Guide to London and contained addresses of houses of pleasure and descriptions of those known as the ‘Covent Garden Nuns’.
There were as usual a number of streetwalkers standing near the lamps that illuminated quite effectively the more frequented thoroughfares. Some of them looked very young and were really little more than children.
Their eyes were painted, their lips reddened and there was no mistaking the eagerness with which they tried to accost every male passer-by.
As the carriage drove on, quite suddenly the Duke had no wish for the type of entertainment that he knew was waiting for him in Gloucester Place.
He unexpectedly felt bored at the thought of Mary Ann Clarke’s exuberance and the simulated professional gaiety of the girls she would have ch
