"It was a roof over my head and a place to sleep." There was an upstairs loft where they all slept, an odd miss-matched collection of mattresses and miscellaneous furniture to create a bit of a make-shift dorm. She remembered it fondly, thinking of the warmth they'd created in that place. Even if Fagin hadn't turned the heat on.

Sometimes Saffron Hill really could be a lovely place.

"You're the second person to tell me that in as many months." Mogget, too, had made it known she wouldn't live long. "Not that it's anything new to me. I'm surprised I made it this far." She's astonishingly frank about it. But girls with her sort of life never lived long.