<b>Queen Lexina &amp; Oliver on the streets of Penny Dreadful<br/>
</b><br/>The young boy looked up at her only briefly when the carriage rolled up.  There was no point.  There were men and ever some of the more aggressive women with kids of their own that would be all to willing to push him aside to make sure they got some coins.  There were those in the crowd that had it down to an art.  Grab a coin, say your thank yous, slip away and rearrange your clothing a little and beg another coin, say your thank yous, and repeat it a few more times until the coins were gone.  That was the think about the rich people, no matter how kind hearted.  They never could remember exactly who they had given a coin to and who they didn't.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>