She was the empath who would betray empaths if she got the chance. So they'd tried to fix things so that she didn't get the chance.

Three whole weekfuls. What a boring evening, darling!

Thus the Phyſitian looks with another Eye on the Medicinal hearb, then the grazing Oxe, which ſwoops it in with the common graſs: […]

There, the night soil along with the community refuse is filled in trenches for composting and subsequent use in agriculture.