By this time she was out of breath, and had a stitch in her side. She stopped and put the dog down, instructing him to sit and stay. He looked up at her with big brown eyes and nuzzled her hand as she bent over to ease the pain. The spasm passed and she took off her sash, looping it through Peckham’s collar, using it as a makeshift lead. She continued at a slower pace, heading along Haymarket in the direction of the Strand. It was a long walk to Rosemary Lane, but she was determined to find her grandmother, and when she did they would never be parted again. Sir William could keep his money and his big house. She trudged onward, feeling the sun hot on her back and blisters forming on her heels, but she had been used to walking everywhere long before Miss Wantage had instituted the daily promenade in the park. She was hot and she stopped to slake her thirst with water from the Buxton fountain in Parliament Square, cupping her hands and filling them so that Peckham could also drink. Feeling refreshed she went on her way, arriving late in the afternoon just as the stalls in Rosemary Lane were packing up for the day.
What do You think about A Place Called Home (2014)?
