“She had to get a job at the wash house and has been mixing with a rum lot…” she lowered her voice an octave. “Now there’s talk that she might be working as a ‘lady of the night’, if you get my meaning?”
Lily nodded, shocked that poor Lucy Howells had resorted to selling her body for beer money, while her children were left to fend for themselves. “Mr. Davies and I will do all we can to help…” Lily comforted.