“O, that chestnut!” scornfully ejaculated Isobel.,
“Let me go, please!” he pleaded. “There’s a little girl, our refugee, over there, fainted, I think, perhaps—dead.”,
“Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.”.
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