I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.
Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.
Even a criminal has the right to a new life, but they made sure I did not have that. They just didn't stop calling me a prostitute for ever and ever and ever and ever.
If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.