I'm sure she'll let me go, though. Dutch; Pennsylvania Dutch. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. ‘But what will happen to Lucia? Are we to kill her?’ ‘Of course not. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate. She pushed. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote.
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