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Honora Keogh was friend, confidante, nurse, and cook at the Garden Arms Hotel since the days when William Ponsonby was the proprietor. She’d arrived in Port Jackson off the Lady Peel, one of nearly two hundred orphan girls from the workhouses of Ireland, barely speaking English, but strong and capable. Honora had been a week in Hyde Park Barracks with the other orphans when William Ponsonby had come looking to employ a domestic servant to assist his wife at their hotel. He’d picked her randomly, provided her with a room to herself to live in (her first such), and paid and treated her well. Mrs W Ponsonby was a frail English woman who had not come to terms with either the sea journey from her homeland or the tropical climate of Port Jackson. It fell to Honora to do most of the cleaning whil