And suddenly she thought, with a pang of joy, that no longer would she need to nerve herself for the cruel journey to the markets in the morning.

Chook would drive down in his own cart, and she would be waiting on his return with a good breakfast.

They had gone up in the world like a rocket.
The marriage of Pinkey, three years ago, had affected Mrs Partridge like the loss of a limb.

For over two years she had been chained to the same house, in the same street, with the desire but not the power to move.

Only once had she managed to change her quarters with the aid of William, and the result had been disastrous.