“On a cold, fretful afternoon in early October, 1872, a hansom cab drew up outside the offices of Lockhart and Selby, Shipping Agents, in the financial heart of London, and a young girl got out and paid the driver.”
“She was a person of sixteen or so–alone, and uncommonly pretty. She was slender and pale, and dressed in mourning, with a black bonnet under which she tucked back a straying twist of blond hair that the wind had teased loose. Her name was Sally Lockhart; and within fifteen minutes, she was going to kill a man.”
Suggested by Jan Watkins, Elk Grove Village
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