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"I know that," Mrs Palht say to the fish he was about to eat Mrs

Palain Beth swam in and out of consciousness as the hansom rolled on She dimly wondered how quickly the wound would kill her

"I need a doctor," she groaned

"I told you, you’ll be looked after"

Beth pressed her hand against her side and closed her eyes She was nauseous and too cold, her legs nu her face

At last the hanso at Mrs Pal onto the side of the hansom, but Mrs Palmer pried her away and pulled her down the street, arm around Beth’s waist

"Hate to see two pretty ladies so drunk," Beth heard the cabbie say

Mrs Paled Beth around a corner Lah some s, but little illuray and black from years of coal sriered drunkenly or hurried, fearful, to the nearest shelter

Mrs Pal and turning Beth realized Mrs Pals in the maze of streets, but Beth knew Bethnal Green like the back of her hand She’d grown up here, had fought to stay alive here, had even once been happy here

"Where are we?" She gasped, pretending to be confused

"Where are we going?"

"Toquestions"