linked image back linked image back MADEMOISELLE AT ARMS Elizabeth Bailey © 2011 by Elizabeth Bailey All rights reserved. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. He had been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. "Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife.
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