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"You've caught two men in your bloody net today, you little whore! Don't ya think one is enough?" Eleanor Lovett screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"Shh, shh." Joy crooned, running over to comfort Nellie.
"Go away!" Nellie yelled, shoving her so-called friend away.
"Nellie, he was drunk! He thought I was Lucy!" I think… Mrs. Lovett was not looking at her, so she did not see the young woman's explanation.
"I offered you a place to stay, and then you take away the one person I love! The only one I've cared about! You're just like that Lucy! I didn't even love Albert as much as I'm in love with him! I hope, for what you've done, the judge takes advantage of you like he did Lucy! It would serve you right, you little b-" Eleanor broke down crying before she could finish her statement.
Joy took Nellie into her arms, saying 'shh, shh' all the while. Nellie made no attempt to move, she felt safe in Joy's arms, she was still angry, but she felt safe and of course, Joy had no way of knowing that she was in love with Mr. Todd! But, she still had kissed him. She was turning into another Lucy. No man looked at her without thinking something inappropriate. Fury came anew to Mrs. Lovett's soul. Anger bubbled deep in her heart, and rage took over her thoughts. She threw Joy off of her and ran into her bedroom, slamming the door loudly behind her.
Let her use her charms like a bloody prostitute. Mrs. Lovett thought. She did not care what happened to the dam girl!
Joy slept downstairs in the parlor that night, correction; she thought more than slept. She thought about what Nellie had said, about the judge taking advantage of her, surely she did not mean Judge Turpin! No, he could not have been the one who exploited Lucy! He seemed too kind for that. He had shown kindness to her and seemed a proper gentleman. He did not seem like the kind of person who would do that to a woman, no, surely not. Definitely not. No, he was a definite gentleman.
Her thoughts then turned to Sweeney. She felt like she had been used, he kissed her because he thought she was his wife, Lucy. She felt as though he had seen her as a door to the past, she was ashamed with herself for enjoying it as much as she had and hoped Mrs. Lovett would not hold it against her.