Sorry, Childermass. You may have grown up in the gutters and the streets, but Nancy remained there, and likely would until her death. Death that she knew would come for her sooner rather than later. She wouldn't kid herself to think she'd live a long life. Such beliefs only helped her performance. She nearly rose to her feet however, to explain how obvious it should be as to why she was here. But she remained seating, pulling her towel closer around her like a shield.

Ignoring Childermass, she focused again on Norrell. "no- that's why I came here. They'll look for me with my friends. You're the last person they'd believe I'd come to." Let them believe she'd told no one of his offer.

"if anyone can help me, it's you, Mr. Norrell." She looks like a child, no makeup save that which runs down her cheeks as she looks up at the man who shall believe he is her savior.