Emmeline faltered in her steps at his joke, turning slightly to look at him with wide eyes. She certainly couldn't say that. And, honestly, she'd been doing just that. She'd gone to the pub unchaperoned, not that many expected a working class girl to always have a chaperone, gotten drunk and let a boy lead her off into a back room. The very thought made her eyes well with tears and she quickly looked away from him as a result. What a disaster she was.

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