They paid a few shillings for the little Dresden china figures and the statues of heathen Gods that her father had collected on his travels.
When they were all gone, she was reduced to bartering the blankets and sheets from the beds for food.
She had known then that everything and the entire contents of the house would come to an end sooner or later.
It was only at the beginning of this week, however, that she had faced the fact that she must die.
There was no possible way she could earn money and certainly nobody in the village wanted her when they were poor themselves.
‘The Big House’, as it was called, where the Squire had once lived, was empty and had been for years.
The villagers subsisted on what they could grow and sell in the market and the town where it took place on Saturda
