Chapter 11: The Stranger at Lovett's

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​⁠Towards the dusk of the evening of that day, after the last batch of pies at Lovett's had been disposed of, there walked into the shop a man most miserably clad, and who stood for a few moments staring with weakness and hunger at the counter before he spoke. Mrs. Lovett was there, but she had no smile for him, and instead of its usual bland expression, her countenance wore an aspect of anger, as s