[there's a young woman in what seems to be like one of the back alleys of the City, dressed in a worn, but somewhat clean sack of a dress under a light jacket that's seen less threadbare days, supported on three legs- if you count her right leg and her two crutches as three
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[She follows the older girl, one hand clutching at her skirts]
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[and she hates to admit that she's saying things to assure herself just as much]
Bet there's tons of places we all han't seen ever. In't East End, that's fer sure.
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[She trusts what Beast tells her but can't help feeling uneasy.]
Looks nicer'n the East End. We need t'get back or someone'll try an' move us on.
[They had too much experience of being chased away from places they shouldn't be.]
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[Beast stops a second, awkwardly leaning down a bit to tousle Doll's hair- but she's mindful not to expose her face too much]
We look right respectable now, thanks to that Baron. We fit in jus' fine.
[Something of a lie, but-]
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Come out, I said! Stop playin' round!
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[whirling around-]
Who said that!
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[slooowly and cautiously hobbling closer back, until the view is just her one worn shoe, the frayed hem of a dress- and the crutch she's poking it with]
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