Her first breath pulled in the coarse cloth that encased her head, its ties in bulky knots too hard to undo. “Quiet, now. Rest child.” The woman’s voice sounded sharp at first, not unlike one of the matron’s at St. Pancras Workhouse. The cloth was untied; it rose from over Catherine’s head. Her eyes blinked at the morning light, which poured into the window of a small clean room. Catherine felt her stomach churn; she held back her tears; was she really alive or was this a dream? Worse, would she soon die at the hand of this tight-mouthed woman with shiny brushed hair and a golden ring on her finger? The woman stood before Catherine. She spoke again, this time her voice softer, like a mother’s: “I know you are neither dumb nor deaf, child. I see your eyes are curious as well. You may be in luck if you are obedient.” Catherine began to shiver. A door opened behind her. She turned and saw a younger woman in a starched white apron step into the room.
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