Oh, for shame! Nancy, have you never seen Florrie's face in a chrysanthemum, or a rose?'

'Never.' I said. 'Though there was a flounder for sale on a fishmonger's barrow, in Whitechapel yesterday, and the likeness was quite uncanny. I very nearly brought it home...

“All unwillingly I opened my eyes - then I opened them wider, and lifted my head…”

“With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my l…”

“There were about thirty of them, I think - all women; all seated at tables, bea…”

“How will a person know, Selina, when the soul that has the affinity with hers i…”