The day before she died, Mary Ashford bought a pair of dancing shoes. Nothing so fancy as these later Victorian ones, perhaps; but still a very fanciful and extravagant buy for a girl from a poverty-stricken background. She was going out that night, and it was a special event. She worked on a remote farm and the opportunties for dancing must have been very few and far between. After a long day's work, she'd arranged to meet a friend and walk with her to a local pub where the dance was being held. It was eleven hours later that those same shoes were found, neatly arranged but bloodstained, at the side of a water-filled pit where she had met her death. Who had put them there, along with a bag of clothing that also belonged to her? And how had she got into the water?
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