H. M. Lytle, Tragedies of the White Slave
“ Yes, I will forget everything that has happened and become again the girl who left Ireland such a short time ago to become a victim of fiends.There are things that one must try to forget, although I know in my heart that my sleep till my dying day will be haunted by the pictures of the demons who have worked their will upon me and who if they had their just deserts should burn in deepest hades forever. ”
