"You're POOR, Madame?" Her eyes go round and wide, and she can't quite believe what she's hearing.
"But we can make money easily. Madame, we can sell things. All of your bits that have no use. And then you will have money and you can pay me too."
She sighs. "I am not a trouble maker. I do not mean to be. It is just... never do I want to be hungry again, or have to sleep outside again or have nothing, all over again. If thieving and, as you say, whoring, will stop my belly aching and my teeth chattering, then I shall do it. Just people who do not know such things do not like it."
She stands up again, and strips back out of her tatty dress and struggles into the crinolined affair.
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"But we can make money easily. Madame, we can sell things. All of your bits that have no use. And then you will have money and you can pay me too."
She sighs. "I am not a trouble maker. I do not mean to be. It is just... never do I want to be hungry again, or have to sleep outside again or have nothing, all over again. If thieving and, as you say, whoring, will stop my belly aching and my teeth chattering, then I shall do it. Just people who do not know such things do not like it."
She stands up again, and strips back out of her tatty dress and struggles into the crinolined affair.
"I'll learn. What do you want me to do?"