- •Chapter One
- •I'm not like you, Elizabeth thought.
- •Chapter Two
- •Chapter Three
- •I saw the researcher glance across from his perusal of the eighteenth-century shelf. Clearly his studies would benefit from such a tool too. I wondered what he was studying.
- •Chapter Four
- •Chapter Five
- •I was actually frightened by the intensity of his gaze, the hint of lasciviousness in his tone. Overreacting or not, this didn't feel right. 'Really, I'm not—' I began.
- •Chapter Six
- •I smiled. 'If you're old, I must be too,' I rejoined. 'I hate most of the bars in town actually. I like the pubs better. And I'm not really into clubbing.'
- •It was at the end of the conversation, just as I was preparing to tell her I had to go and do something important, that she finally said something of interest to me.
- •Chapter Seven
- •Chapter Eight
- •Chapter Nine
- •I turned from the door and looked about the room for something to help me either make more of a sound, or maybe force the door. I wondered, could I ram it with the industrial vacuum cleaner?
- •I wasn't going to put him straight about that. Nor was I likely to even hint at who I might be interested in. 'It isn't any of your business,' I told him, hostile to the idea that he had even asked.
- •Chapter Ten
- •I smiled and found myself wondering just how many friends she had, and what they would think of me. I expected to meet them, at some point, I realized then.
- •I laughed at the suggestion. 'I think it's all in my imagination, personally,' I returned, 'though, I must admit, I wasn't so sure then.'
- •I turned my face to her properly, so she could be sure of my honesty, 'Absolutely,' I replied.
- •Chapter Eleven
- •I let her pride lead me out of the bar and into the street. As soon as we were outside, I snatched my hand away from hers, and looked at her with eyes brimming with tears.
- •It was after he had left them that Gilly turned to their keeper. 'Mrs. Beckinsale, can you tell us yet? What are we going to do?'
- •I wasn't going to ask, Elizabeth thought.
- •Chapter Twelve
- •I had a terrible thought: this wouldn't have been happening to me a week ago if I'd chosen a boyfriend over this woman, if I'd not made this choice. In the moment I'd thought it, I wished I hadn't.
- •I pressed close to her in the doorway to peer over her shoulder. 'Shit,' I echoed, holding on to her shoulders to steady myself.
- •I felt a flare of anger in me too, but had no words to express it. Aly did, though.
- •Chapter Thirteen
- •Chapter Fourteen
- •I shook my head, incapable of anything else.
- •I grinned with pleasure. 'Yes, I do,' I said instantly. It didn't even seem to be a decision.
- •Author's Note
Author's Note
Elizabeth's gaol and Jen's museum are heavily inspired by a very real place, the Galleries of Justice Museum, located in the old Shire Hall and County Gaol of the city of Nottingham, England, where I worked, mostly as a Victorian wardress, during summer of the year 2000. The tour Jen presents to her visitors is very similar to the one I presented to tour groups of my own during those months.
Most of the historical information contained in Truths was gleaned during my time at the museum. I am indebted to both the Galleries of Justice and my colleagues of the time for teaching me not only the facts, but also some of the more gruesome and interesting details. The information Jen relates to her audiences is, to the best of my knowledge, mostly accurate.
I have, of course, used a liberal amount of artistic license in my portrayal of the building and its inhabitants, and their experiences in both time periods. None of my characters are based on real people, and the structure of the real building is similar, but not identical, to my fictional one. The museum has a library, but the one I describe and the archive Jen accesses are my inventions.
Elizabeth's experience in a gaol of 1808 is as historically accurate as it is possible to be, without interfering with the demands of my plot. Prisons in 1808 were not the disciplined, organized places they became under the Victorians. Though, in 1774, two penal reform acts were passed through Parliament, with the intention of improving conditions with such measures as provision of health care and the segregation of the sexes, prisons were still thoroughly filthy and unpleasant places. There was no regime, no uniform, and no real sanitation. Though debtors were often imprisoned for the duration of a prison sentence, most prisoners, especially in Nottingham County Gaol, were simply being held in the prison until their sentences to be served elsewhere were carried out.
The most significant artistic license I used in Elizabeth's story is that, chances are, Elizabeth would have met her fellow prisoners before her sentencing, as there was often no separation of the convicted and to-be-tried. It is also likely that preparations for her execution would have taken less than three weeks, though the system was far from systematic. One other point to note is that in 1808 executions in Nottingham were still being carried out on Gallows Hill outside of the town. They were moved to the steps of the County Gaol in the 1820s, though in many places in England this move, from designated sites of execution outside of the towns, to the frontages or flat roofs of the County Gaols, happened earlier.
In 1808, two women were executed in England. One was a murderess. The other, Mary Chandler, was executed in Lancashire for the crime of stealing in a dwelling place, the same crime Elizabeth is convicted of and for which forty-six people were hanged between 1800 and 1827. I am indebted to a grimly fascinating Web site, www.capitalpunishment.org, which made it possible for me to check my facts on executions in England in this period.
Before the unsuccessful (for Britain!) conclusion of the War of Independence in 1776, felons were transported from English gaols to the penal colonies in America. When this was no longer an option, transportation began to Australia in 1787. Figures vary, but somewhere in the region of 190,000 convicts had been transported by the time the practice ceased in 1868.
Though Nottingham is very much a real city, not all of the locations are based on real places. Those that are bear no more than a passing resemblance to the actual businesses and localities. This is a work of fiction, after all.
