“Lucy Boggs. She’s a whore, same as I, only younger and prettier. Was picked from the streets to work at some uppity place on the Strand called Regina’s. Next thing we ’ear, she’s a bloomin’ countess in all the society papers.” The wounded prostitute guffawed a few times, not appearing to feel the pain in her swollen lips and cheeks. “If Lucy Boggs is nobility, I’m the bloody Virgin Mary.” “Gemma!” For the second time that night, Farah threw her arms around the woman. “You may have just saved the day!” “Awright, awright…” The woman shrugged out of her embrace, uncomfortable with the genuine
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