The young girl was Charlotte Sinclair, the daughter of one of Howard's men.

She had been living with her blind grandmother ever since her father had passed away. Charlotte's grandmother, Betty Sadler, had been on the brink of death once, but Yvonne had rescued her.

Yvonne had also tried to treat Betty's eyes, but it hadn't helped much.

Looking into the old lady's eyes, Yvonne could see that they had gotten worse. She collected her thoughts and sized up Charlotte's stall.

"Your stall wasn't here before, right?"

Charlotte was surprised. "How did you know?"

"I used to frequent this market a lot."

"Is that so?" Charlotte didn't fully believe Yvonne. "Why do I have no recollection of you?"

Yvonne smiled. "There are so many people in the market every day. How could you possibly remember them all?"

"You're right."

"We have an esteemed guest," Betty said with a smile. She got up with her walking cane, trembling, and headed to Yvonne.

"Miss, what would you like to buy?" Betty reache