"Triple irons," said the guard, and then resentfully: "Ladies and gents buys off their irons ... all, barring the one lot. One lot of irons is comfort, ladies, compared with three.”

Carolan said stonily: "We have no money for such luxuries!" and the guard murmured, disbelievingly and hopefully, that there were many who came to Mother Newgate protesting their poverty, but the old lady had a way of worming the coin out of their pockets.

They went, clanking their irons through corridors and down dark staircases, Carolan supporting Kitty on one side, as Millie did on the other. Perhaps it was well that she had Kitty to think of.

Kitty was moaning, crying, not fully aware of what had happened. Poor Mamma! Carolan kept thinking of her at Haredon, sitting by her mirror with Therese twittering about her. There is nothing so frightful in this world as poverty, thought Carolan.

But the most horrible moment in that night of horror was when the guard unlocked a door and they were face to face with the companions with whom they were to live in the closest intimacy during their sojourn on the Common Side of Newgate Jail. What were they? thought Carolan in horror. Not people? Not women? They shrieked unintelligibly, like untamed animals. They could not be women ... not our own species.

Their eyes were too dull, too cunning, too lacking in intelligence.

Their hair was not like human hair; it hung matted over their faces like the manes of wild animals. Surely these were not human beings! So degraded, so vicious, so cunning, so sly, so lacking in everything that lifted man above the level of the lower animals!

The guard laughed softly, wickedly. He gave all three a push, Kitty first; Millie next; then Carolan.

"There you are, my beauties! New lady friends to join you!" What a queer silence it had been! Tense and dramatic! Then, from somewhere among that crowd of sub-human creatures there came a wail that was like a battle-cry. One creature, a head taller than the others, came swinging towards the newcomers. She was hideous; she was something Carolan had dreamed of in the days of childhood at Haredon. A nightmare... something that lurked in the darkness. She laid filthy hands on Kitty.

"Garnish!" she muttered.

"Now, lady, pay up and be cheerful!”

"Listen!" shouted Carolan.

"We have no money!”

The woman was pulling at Kitty's cloak; and watching, while a red mist swam before her eyes, Carolan remembered now that as she lay back only partly conscious in the van which had brought them to Newgate, Jonathan Crew had leaned forward and taken the sapphire brooch from her mother's dress.

Kitty screamed. There was the sound of tearing cloth. Carolan tried to get to her, but she was surrounded.

A face close to Carolan's, a face with yellow fangs in a mouth through which came the foulest of breath, chanted "Garnish!" And the rest of them took up the cry till it was like a barbaric chant echoing through the place.

Carolan tried to repeat that if it was money they wanted, neither she nor her mother had any; but she could say nothing. She saw Kitty go down; she fought them as desperately as she could. She hit out at the yellow fangs, and the things swayed and fell before her. She turned, her eyes blazing, and saw Millie laying about her with a strength that was astounding. For these creatures, these ugly, gaunt things that inhabited this vile underworld, had not much strength left in them; their poor stinking bodies were lacking in vitality. Carolan and Millie were young and strong; it was only Kitty who had gone down before them. They fell back from Carolan. They were falling back from Millie. There was the big woman, who had started it, facing her now, and she fought but half-heartedly, for her thoughts were with Kitty, that easier victim, who lay on the floor with a crowd round her stripping her of her clothes. But whereas the thought of Kitty weakened her opponent, it strengthened Carolan. She gave the woman a blow which sent her sprawling against the slimy wall; she clutched at it for a moment, then her eyes slewed round to where Kitty lay. She got up and, looking over her shoulder to see if Carolan followed her, she loped over to the crowd round Kitty.

Carolan was there as quickly as she was. Millie came leaping up, her eyes ablaze with the light of battle won, alive as she had never seemed to be before.

"Get away!" cried Carolan.

"All of you!”

She seized a woman by the shoulder, and part of a dirty shift came away in her hands. The woman wore nothing but the shift; beneath, her skin was rough with gooseflesh where the dirt allowed it to be seen. Her breasts were full, and it was obvious that she was a nursing mother.

Carolan felt sick.

Someone tittered, and in a second the crowd had dispersed, leaving Kitty there, stark naked, her eyes tightly shut, and blood running from her mouth.

Carolan's eyes were blinded with tears of rage. She wondered what she could take off to cover Kitty, for her own garments now hung upon her in ribbons. Millie plucked at her arm and pointed to a corner where a big woman was squatting with Kitty's cloak wrapped round her.

Carolan, too angry to feel any fear, strode over to the woman. Eyes followed her; jeers escaped from the lips of many.

"A fight!" said one.

"A fight between Poll and a lady of the quality what's come to stay a while!”

But Poll quailed before the wrath of Carolan. Poll, after a year in Newgate, knew the weakness of her body when matched against one well-fed; when the girl had a month in the place, she would get the cloak back again; she would half kill her for this night; but in the meantime it would be better to hand over the cloak.

She took it from her shivering body and threw it from her. Carolan picked it up and ran back to Kitty, put the cloak about her, and then, turning away, was violently sick.

She thought of all this as she lay there, and as she was wide awake now, she was fully aware that this was no evil dream.

Yesterday this place had been only a name to her; she had heard whispers of its horrors, but had she ever really believed them?

Had she ever bothered to inquire what happened to people who were brought here, some of them as innocent as she was herself?

She closed her eyes and saw the face of Marcus clearly. Some time- she did not remember when- he had said to her: "It is a mistake not to be interested in your fellow men!" Was it? she wondered. Was it better to have known nothing of this, so that when ill chance brought her here it should find her bewildered and unprepared? But. she thought, had I known of it I should never have been at peace. I shall always, at a moment's notice, be able to call up this frightful stench and remember Newgate.

She raised herself with an effort and leaned over Kitty. The faint light from a whale-oil lamp on the high window-sill showed her vaguely the outline of Kitty's face.

"Mammal' she whispered.

"Mamma!”

There was no reply. She put her hand on Kitty's heart; it was fluttering feebly.

There was a movement close to her, and turning sharply, filled with suspicion, for it seemed to her that all were her enemies in this evil place, but Kitty and Millie, she saw a shape rise up close beside her.

She stared. It was a girl, and all she wore was a bit of rag wound about her like a loin-cloth. The light was dim, but Carolan could see a youthful, shapely outline and a mass of waving hair.

Carolan sprang to her feet with an effort, her fists clenched, anger, which now came so easily, rising within her.

"Please," said a voice that was neither strident nor cruel, but gentle and cultured.

"I... I would like to talk to you." The girl sat down: there was something so disarming about her that Carolan's suspicions gave way to curiosity.

"What do you want?" she asked ungraciously.

"Only to talk to you. Is... she... your mother?”

"Yes.”

"Poor soul. She is of gentle birth, I see. This must have been horrible... horrible... for her!”

"Yes," said Carolan and moved closet to the girl.

"Have you no clothes?”

"No. They took them. I could not pay garnish. Besides...”

"Are you not cold?”

"At first I was very cold; you do not feel it so much after a while.”

"How long have you been here?”

"I do not know for certain. As far as I can calculate about a month.”

Carolan shivered.

"How do you endure it?”

 "God helps me," said the girl.

"He gives me wonderful comfort.”

"Comfort?" said Carolan.

"Spiritual comfort.”

Carolan laughed bitterly.

"I will give you more than spiritual comfort. I with give you my petticoat.”

The girl did not answer and Carolan moved closet to her.

"Did you heat me say I would give you my petticoat?”

The girl was weeping softly.

Carolan, tactless, impulsive, and ready to suspect all, said harshly: "Now what does this mean? You are happy when you are given comfort which is cold, hunger and other frightful things I have yet to discover, but the offer of a petticoat sets you weeping!”

"Forgive me!" whispered the girl.

"It is so long since anyone has been kind.”

Now Carolan was ashamed, for she saw that the girl was very frail. She stood up, slipped off her tattered dress and the petticoat beneath.

"There!" she said in an outburst of generosity.

"You have the dress; the petticoat will cover me.”

"I cannot take either." said the girl.

"You are a fool; you will freeze to death!”

"Yes," said the girl slowly, 'in the winter, if I am still here, I shall freeze to death. I shall not be the first.”

"You may not be here," said Carolan, her spirits rising through contact with someone more wretched than herself, new strength coming to her at the sight of another's weakness. There is no point in freezing to death before winter!" The girl put out eager fingers and stroked the petticoat.

"If I had it." she said, 'they would have if off me tomorrow. I saw the way you stood up to them; you were magnificent; I cannot tell you how I admired you. You got strength from God.”

"No," said Carolan, 'from a more reliable ally anger!" The girl caught her breath, and folded her arms across her bare breasts. She looked, thought Carolan, like a saint, and felt humbled and feigned anger to hide her shame.

"Now do not be so foolish," she said.

"Put on this petticoat at once. And if they try to take it from you tomorrow, they will have me to deal with.”

The girl raised her eyes to the oil lamp, and Carolan saw that she was beautiful.

"I prayed this day for a miracle," she said.

"I believe it.has come.”

"Rubbish!" said Carolan.

"And if you think that my coming with my mother and our poor serving-maid to this hell is a miracle, I can tell you we do not look on it as such. There, are you warmer?”

The girl looked up at her shyly, for Carolan was several inches taller.

"How kind you are!" she said.

"It is wicked of me to be glad you have come to this dreadful place, but I cannot help it.”

Carolan was happier then than she had been since that nightmare moment when she had stood on the threshold of the shop parlour and seen her father lying on the floor.

There is not much warmth in that petticoat, I fear," said Carolan.

"There is a good deal of warmth in it. And will you really let me keep it? And will you stop them from taking it from me?”

"I will!" said Carolan.

"Sit down beside me.”

 "I... I am unfit to sit too close.”

"Come close." commanded Carolan.

"Is there nothing we can do for your mother?”

"What can we do? I would bathe the blood from her face, but there is no water. I would like a little spirit to revive her, but where can I get it?”

"You cannot get these things if you have no money. Have you friends ... outside?”

Carolan said: "Certainly I have friends friends who will see that justice is done. But they are far away in the country. I must get a message to them.”

"How will you get a message to them without money?”

Carolan said in a frustrated tone: "Do not let us speak of my distressing affairs! Tell me of yours; what is your name?”

"Esther March. What is yours?”

"Carolan Haredon.”

"May I call you Carolan?”

"Of course!”