Polly finished turning down the gas lights in her mistress’s bedroom. Exhausted, she made her way upstairs to the attic space she shared with Charlotte, the parlour maid, who was already asleep. For months, Polly had kept her swollen belly hidden under a high-waisted skirt, but she couldn’t ignore the pains that started earlier in […]
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