16: AttackedEliza awoke after a disturbed night, tossing and turning on the straw bed, bathed in sweat, with a raging thirst but too fearful to brave the dark stairwell in search of the water pump out in the yard. Her mood was no lighter, despite the arrival of daylight. There wasn’t much of that anyway. Just a greyish gloom from the narrow air-shaft. She could see straight across it into a dwelling in the building opposite. A couple eating at a table in front of the window looked up and nodded to her.
There was no possibility of staying here. It was imperative that she find work and alternative accommodation, even if it reduced the amount she could put aside each week to re-pay Dr Feigenbaum and save for her passage back to England.
She made two trips up and down the seven flights of st
