She remembered the doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered consciousness. A faint, delightfully humorous smile parted her lips. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote. We're lost. I would be too 222 busy protecting you. The Night-Cellar XVIII.
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