Fingersmith

by Sarah Waters

and Gentleman; the snout for John and Dainty; and the cheeks,

Of course, if we ever took help at Lant Street, it wasn’t character we looked for so much as lack of it.

geed up the horse;

for anyone to have had the time that I had had, in trying to get forty miles from London, perhaps went to prove that London wasn’t meant to be left—

‘And writing, I believe, a great big dictionary?’ She blinked, then nodded. ‘A dictionary, yes. A great many years’ labour. We are presently at F.’

How does she knpw this if she can't read?

two.’ ‘How well you play!—Quite filled, you say, with people?’