But now the matter was of even greater urgency. Still unclear in her mind as to where she was heading, like someone in a nightmare, she walked blindly to the end of the street. As she made to turn the corner into the Saltmarket, an Irish-sounding voice stopped her progress...
The only sounds coming from Jenny were in the early morning when she could be heard retching in the water closet. One morning it got to be so bad that Mrs Delaney was prompted, with an assumed air of innocence, to ask of Kate when the latter brought in her early cup of tea and biscuits: “Is Jenny...