A Tale of Two Choices
"Get out, you worthless ragamuffin!" screamed Fat Brenda. "Lets see how you like living on the streets since you don't appreciate the fine lodgings we provide for the likes of you."
Dorothea was terrified. The streets were not safe these days, especially for young orphan girls.
Dorothea wandered about until she found herself at the Spitalfields Market. Night was coming on and she still had no place to sleep. Looking about she found a relatively clean spot to sit down and rest. Dorothea rested her head on her updrawn knees.
"Wotcha Turtle Dove. what's a young fin' loike ya doin' 'ere?"
Dorothea looked up to see a rather plump, plain featured woman looking down at her. The woman was also ill-looking and missing most of her teeth.
"I was kicked out of the workhouse," explained Dorothea, "and I have no idea of where to go."
"Come on, Turtle Dove. I'll take care of ya. By the way, me friends call me Dark Annie."
While talking to Dark Annie a shadowy figure carrying a black doctor's bag could be seen in a nearby alley.
Dorothea was terrified. The streets were not safe these days, especially for young orphan girls.
Dorothea wandered about until she found herself at the Spitalfields Market. Night was coming on and she still had no place to sleep. Looking about she found a relatively clean spot to sit down and rest. Dorothea rested her head on her updrawn knees.
"Wotcha Turtle Dove. what's a young fin' loike ya doin' 'ere?"
Dorothea looked up to see a rather plump, plain featured woman looking down at her. The woman was also ill-looking and missing most of her teeth.
"I was kicked out of the workhouse," explained Dorothea, "and I have no idea of where to go."
"Come on, Turtle Dove. I'll take care of ya. By the way, me friends call me Dark Annie."
While talking to Dark Annie a shadowy figure carrying a black doctor's bag could be seen in a nearby alley.