The Girl in the Ragged Shawl
Heartbreaking and uplifting, the story of the workhouse orphan, Eliza, will touch your heart…Eliza was left as a small baby at the workhouse in Whitechapel, wrapped in her mother’s shawl, which is all she has of the mother she never knew. At eleven years-old, she has survived sickness, near starvation and harsh beatings.Master Simpkins and his cruel daughter rule the workhouse with a rod of iron, but when Romany boy, Joe, arrives at the workhouse, his spirit and courage give Eliza hope that another life is waiting for her outside.When she is sold into service, Eliza is relieved to be out of the workhouse and hopes her fortunes are changing for the better, but cruelty and unkindness are everywhere and her salvation could become her ruin…
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Source ISBN: 9780008286651
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Version: 2018-09-06
Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
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Eliza curled into a ball, crossing her arms over her stomach as the ache became a gnawing pain of hunger and she bit her lip to stop herself moaning. It was three days since sheâd eaten anything, and sheâd drunk only a few sips of water that Ruth had risked a beating to bring her just after she was shut up in here. Since then no one had come near. She was so cold that her fingers felt numb and her teeth were chattering. She believed she might die, locked in this dark cellar because of the mistressâs spite. Sheâd been beaten and thrown in this terrible place without a blanket or a mattress to lie on, all because she had told Mistress Simpkins that she was a liar.
âYou wicked, evil child!â the incensed mistress of the workhouse had yelled at her. âHow dare you say such a thing to me? How dare you speak to your betters in such a tone?â
âYou told us a lie.â Eliza had stuck to her guns, despite her fear. âTommy Hills died because you beat him for falling over when he was working but he was ill and â and it was your fault, because you withheld his rations,â she ended defiantly, staring proudly at the woman who ran the female side of the workhouse. Tommy was not in Mistress Simpkinsâ ward, but sheâd given him the task of clearing a pile of heavy wood intended for repairs to the roof. Heâd suffered with a malady of the lungs and heâd been coughing and gasping for breath when he staggered and fell, dropping an armful of the logs in front of the mistress. In a rage, Joan Simpkins had beaten the lad with the cane she carried at all times, striking him across his shoulders and arms until heâd collapsed into a heap on the ground at her feet.
Eliza had tried to help him and so had Ruth, but theyâd been told to go about their business and the mistress had had one of the men carry him to the infirmary, where heâd died in the night. An infection of the lungs, so the mistress had told them, but the inmates all knew who was to blame. Only Eliza was foolish enough to say it out loud and now she was being punished for her audacity.
âYou are both disorderly and refractory,â Mistress Simpkins said in a cold voice, âand you know the punishment for breaking the rules, girl. You will be put on short rations and removed to a place of solitude until you are suitably penitent.â
Eliza had stared at her defiantly, refusing to be cowed by the womanâs cruel threats and for that she received several hard blows across her face. She had been seized by the arm and dragged into the dismal punishment room and there she had been stripped by other women and forced to wear the filthy garb of one judged disorderly, after which she had been brought here to this dark place and thrust into it.
âYou are disobedient, a wicked evil girl,â the mistress had told her. âIt would serve you right if I just left you there and forgot you.â
