At some point prior to that autumn, Annie had begun to acquire a reputation among the local police and the Windsor magistrate for public drunkenness. She had been found wandering between the villages and along the roads from the St. Leonard’s Hill estate. From all accounts, the coachman’s wife did not make for an ugly drunk, but rather a sad, sullen, quiet one, weighed down by heartache. That final week of November her pain would have been unbearable.
