CHAPTER TEN“Oh, Miss Adella. I wish we’d stayed at Ma’s,” Beth whispered, looking round at the dingy room in East London where she and Adella had hidden themselves.
“Beth, your mother’s little house is the first place they will come looking for us!” Adella cried.
She felt as if she hardly dared breathe in this place, a filthy bedroom on the first floor of The Britannia Inn, but at least no one would think to find them here.
A strong smell of beer and tobacco smoke seeped up through the floorboards from the taproom below and she could hear men’s voices shouting and laughing.
Beth had been so good to her, helping her to escape from Dorset Square.
They had travelled all the way to East London on a crowded omnibus that seemed to take forever as it trundled over the cobblestones pulled by
