**Hello people, I just wanted to say that the use of the word 'negro' within this book is purely to co-incide with the language of the time this book was set, rather than my own preference of referal! I do not like the word and I just want to say again, I am black myself, so I promise I am NOT RACIST!! Another quick not, Lady Katherine Ferrers (mentioned briefly in this chapter) is actually a real person) <3**
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I do not know what made me give that girl a shilling. She was awfully well spoken for a homeless girl, a black one at that! She said she has never been employed yet she has the voice of a housekeeper or some other high up position. It will not do her any good, people do not like peasants who think that they are above themselves. Not that I believe she thinks that, she’s just... enigmatic.
I gave her the money because she looked hungry.
But then so do all the other beggars on that street. She was not even begging!
Maybe it was her eyes. I could feel them trained on me; she had a look on her face, like she was reminiscing.
Perhaps I’m over thinking it; I only did it to annoy Charles, my favourite pass time at the moment.
He really is such a bore, and fancy leaving me all alone on Baker Street, anything could have happened! That street is not safe what with all the pick-pockets around! For goodness sake, a man died there just yesterday! And what if one of the Carson’s had come past and seen me stood there alone, on the most peasant filled street in the whole of London? Well perhaps that was an exaggeration, but I am sick of Charles and his inconsiderate nature. But apparently men’s business should stay just that – men’s business, meaning no women allowed. Well it is my Goddamned money that he is wasting, why the hell should I not know what he is doing with it!?
What could I do to annoy him? The more I think about him, the more I realise I should never have married him. I let a few kisses make a fool of me and now look; I’m everything I said I’d never become; a bore, a stuffy rich man’s wife, obsessed with her jewels and as shallow as a puddle.
No, I can’t go on like this, I want, I need in fact, to do something jolly well outrageous or I fear I might die of boredom.
I once heard of a certain Lady Katherine Ferrers who turned into a highwaywoman after growing tired as a housewife. Well I, Lady Freda Chippinstone, will hire a negro dress maid. Ha, what a plan.
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Fiksi SejarahIt's Victorian Britain and no-one wants to know about black homeless girl Emily. She has only one friend in the world, Sam the Market Man (well, boy really) and one impossible dream; that the rich woman on Baker Street somehow turns out to be her Mo...
