She snorted a laugh at his comment, not the slightest bit offended. She provided a service, like any other business. Nell didn't feel any shame.
For a second her mind returned to the the street in her dream--a street that existed nowhere in London--and she was tempted to lie. But Morgan wasn't half bad at his job, so Nell told the truth, such as it was. "Can't remember for sure. I was drunk," she told him, matter-of-fact. "Spitalfields, most likely, or maybe more over toward Whitechapel way."
"We walked along, her and me, and we chanced upon a mob with a woman tied up to a stake of wood."