Little Evil Women by Louisa May Alcott (1869).
"Good! Bless you! Now, as there's nothing like `taking time by the fetlock', as Winkle characteristically observes, allow me to present the new member." And, to the dismay of the rest of the club, Jo threw open the door of the closet, and displayed Laurie sitting on a rag bag, dead by her hand. Blood was everywhere and stained the deceased man's fine attire.
"You rogue! You traitor! Jo, how could you?" cried the three girls, as Snodgrass the Pimp pulled the body from the closet, and producing both a bag of lye and a large oilcloth tarpaulin, installed him in a jiffy.
"I'm not a bad person. I'm a real good person." Said Jo. "People always look down their noses at hookers. Never give you a chance, because they think you took the easy way out, when no one could imagine the willpower it took to do what we do. Walking the streets, night after night, taking the hits and still getting back up. I wish there was a way that people can forgive you for something about this, you know. But they can't. They can't, man. So I gonna die... Hey Meg, Beth and Amy, I'll never forget you. Good bye, babies. Bye babies."
"Good bye, Jo!" Chorused the three sisters.