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The group looked to each other as the girl spoke, each one nodding at different times to express their understanding. In fact, most of them were supprised she was still so very polite to them, despite their tripping her. They felt they had to do something to repay the woman for ruining her dress. With a short nod of agreement, they looked back to Jane.
"Alroigh'." Chimbley said, brushing his dirty hair from his face. "Ye 'ave yerself a deal." He said crossing his arms. The dirty boy turned around, clearly not pleased with having to work for something after a while...not even for something he wanted.
"We'll take you there, Mi'lady!" Mini said with another nod. "It is the very least we could do for you. After all..." He said, trodging dirt around with his boot. "We did kind of...ruin your outfit." He said solemly.

As soon as the group calmed, and regained themselves, the woman insisted that they lead her to her house.... On Curzon Street. Most of the group memebers jaws dropped at this. They were all from the slum streets. Curzon was like a.... a paradise isle that was so close, yet so far away. No matter how far they reached, it seemed it was always out of their grasp. They started to lead the woman down the back allyways of the London streets, taking twists and turns down a seemed maze of backroads, finally before coming out onto another main street, which seldom had a few people walking the roads.
"Oi, Mini. Th' 'ell we doin' 'ere? Dis ain't th' way to Curzon. 'Ats a few blocks up 'ere." He said, pointing down the road, before seeing exactly what the group's eldest member had done. "O', 'ell damn no. We ain't..." He started, looking over the building they were in front of, which just happened to be a cleaning parlor.
"It's only fair, Chim, and you know it. Wrench's pay alone just isn't enough."

"Please: Tell me we're not doing what I think we're doing, Mini..." muttered Sprocket irriatedly.
"Yes; now shut up, tall angry and short fused. It's the right thing to do!" Bonnie fussed at the group.
"Th' bloo'y roigh' fing ter do is ta ea' an' survive! She don' bloo'y need 'at dress ter survive!" Chim said, now joining the side of agitation...untill the only female of the group shot him an angry look.
"Listen, it's only right you guys. We can go a while longer without eating. She's probably in trouble enough for being out here!"
"Mini is right, Sproket." Wrench said pitifully. "You remember when we were up on Curzon?"
"Blast everything to hell and back." the older twin said, crossing his hand furiously.


Mini walked over to the clothing cleaner's store, which looked well established, yet low kind of businesship. He opened the door, and motioned for the group to move inside.