Chapter 42: Against All Odds
Winter was approaching fast, but London still looked as busy as ever. Horse-drawn carriages were trudging up and down the wide cobblestone street, clatters from the trotting horses could be heard almost everywhere. Men and women wrapped in thin scarves were rushing about on the pavements and across the busy street, running their errands as quickly as they could in the dropping temperature. Flushed, pale faces and trembling hands were norms at this time of the year, even though the chilly, white snow has yet to fall. She was no exception. Wrapped in the dull red scarf around her neck, Estella hugged the brown paper bag in her arms closer to herself as she plodded through the bustling crowd before her, shivering when a breeze blew past. She uttered an apology when she accidentally stepped
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