128 Chapter 128

Her shoulders tightened. "That would be telling."

"Because that's what I'm doing my best to wonder, having come here. Why didn't you sell it? Avoid ending in a workhouse?"

"Oh, Your Grace, please don't lie. That's not what you're wondering at all."

"And what the hell's this about the Marshalsea?"

"The what?"

If she wasn't finished before, she was now. Look on the bright side. He hadn't walked around the front of her, although the leaves scrunched as he took a step towards her.

"Are you telling me that you're no stranger to places like this? Like that? Well?"

"Oh ... my dressmaking bills, Your Grace, have ... multiplied on occasion." Her throat tightened so she could hardly speak, the taste in her mouth was worse than chewing mouldy socks."Odd occasions when it seemed I could not control myself, as you so rightly pointed out on several."