Chapter 32
On the following night, after the rest of the household had gone to bed, Jemima put her plan into action. She slipped out of her bed, and dressed herself in a gown that she did not need assistance to fasten. Everything felt hushed, and the merest creak of a floorboard as she crept down the stairs seemed as loud as a gunshot.
It took her back to that fateful night when she had first absconded from Aunt Harlington’s house. This would be easier, though, for she would not need to wait in the cold and dark until morning.
No matter how late or how early the hour, there were always people and movement in London, it was not like the country. Jemima was able to hire a hackney coach with little trouble. If the driver wondered at the young woman’s request to be driven to a private house
