The streets of London's East End were practically deserted as a man and woman made their way through the pre-dawn darkness of a chilly winter morning in 1891. No one saw them as they passed under the cold glare of a gas streetlamp, then entered a pitch-black, tunnel-like passageway under some railway tracks. Had anyone been about, they might have taken the man to be a sailor, and they would have noticed that the woman was young, surprisingly small, and quite attractive. Victorians called people like her "unfortunates"-women so desperately poor they would sell themselves for pennies, or...
The streets of London's East End were practically deserted as a man and woman made their way through the pre-dawn darkness of a chilly winter morning ...
