The foulness which had struck us when we first pushed open the door and which hung about Pilgrim's shop was much stronger now, borne on gusts of cold air. Will wrapped his scarf over his face. We reached the bottom where our flickering candles showed a long, low cellar (Will, who is quite six fee...
She washed pots and floors at the Great Turk public house and was paid fourpence for her labours (the landlord, Mr Minton, was a generous man). In the evening, at eight o’clock, she returned, washed more pots and floors, and remained until ten, receiving a further fourpence. Eightpence per day, s...