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Polly began to undress ready for bed; the attic room was cold; she hurried out of her maid’s uniform and into her nightgown. She heard Susiby Terry Collett 1100 words, 2 comments, on Sep 10 2:50 AM 2008. In 1915, Fiction, London, Maids. life
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Polly stood outside the door; listened. Knocked wooden panel; waited for voice of Lady Elmore. Stared up passageway in case Dudman had foll
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Polly knocked at the door; gentle raps; knuckles against wood. She listened for reply. None came; knocked again, harder. Listened; heard rustle of clothes; movement behind the door. The door opened; Lady Elmore stood as if de
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Polly stood in the doorway of Mr Dudman’s anteroom and stared at him at his small desk, reading some papers. 1
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Polly stood in the kitchen stunned; she couldn’t quite grasp the words. Mrs Gripe, the cook, bustled about the oven, her brow wet with sweat, the hat crooked, the large eyes watery. 1
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Polly waited for Susie to catch up with her on the upper landing. She spotted Susie’s cap was askew; her hair stuck out at the sides untidily. 1
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Polly stood and gazed from the window of Master George’s room. Held back the lace curtains; pressed her small nose against the glass pane. Breath made glass steam up. She brushed it with her hand; gazed at the drive where Mas
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Polly stomped the stairs; back stairs; servant’s stairs, dark and dingy. The voice of Mrs Gripe still rang in her ears; the stinging flick of Dudman’s hand still clung to her backside. The Master is home later today, Dudman hby Terry Collett 700 words, 1 comment, on Sep 1 3:01 AM 2008. In 1915, Fiction, London, Maids, Third person.
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Polly peeled potatoes; gouged eyes. Sliced through skin; ripped away into the sink. Dudman the butler loomed large pacing beside Gripe theby Terry Collett 1000 words, 1 comment, on Aug 31 1:55 PM 2008. In 1915, Fiction, London, Maids, Third person
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Polly waited. Eyes settled on the wall opposite. Now and again secretly, the eyes moved to the lips and the lifted spoon. Silver spoon slightly tainted, not her job, but Dudman would blame her. Stiff necked and pinched-faced.
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Polly carried the tray to the foot of the stairs. She looked up at the flight of carpeted stairs and sighed. I’ve been up and down these daby Terry Collett 800 words, 2 comments, on Aug 29 3:06 AM 2008. In 1915, Fiction, London, Maids, Third person
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Polly put the kettle on. Black kettle on the black hob. Black against the black and white of her uniform. Maid of the house. Servant of allby Terry Collett 700 words, 3 comments, on Aug 28 1:57 PM 2008. In 1915, Fiction, London, Maids, Third person
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