I’d imagined Catriona as a girl who’d grown up fighting for scraps. A victim of circumstance who’d done what she had to and “worked up” to housemaid in a prosperous home owned by a decent man. It might not seem like much to me, but it was a Victorian success story. Except that’s not how it went at all, was it? Catriona didn’t grow up in Old Town poverty. That doesn’t mean she didn’t escape horrors of another kind at home, but I’m getting the sense she’s less a scrappy success story than a remorseless criminal.
