Fingersmith

`We were all more or less thieves at Lant Street. But we were that kind of thief that rather eased the dodgy deed along, than did it We could pass anything, anything at all, at speeds which would astonish you. There was only one thing, in fact, that had come and got stuck - one thing that had somehow withstood the tremendous pull of that passage - one thing that never had a price put to it. I mean of course, Me. Sue Trinder, orphaned at birth, is born among petty thieves - fingersmiths - in Lon ...