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Chapter 19: The Old Sword is Still Sharp
The servants are quick and beat Andrea with their hands and feet. She’s outnumbered and weak from the aphrodisiac and the cold bath, so she lets them take her. They drag her through the house and into Mrs. Florence Hamilton’s sitting room. Someone pushes her from behind and she falls to her knees at Mrs. Hamilton’s feet. The tastefully patterned wool carpet rubs against her bare legs. She turns around and glares ferociously at Maureen Fletcher. Over the years, Mrs. Florence Hamilton has disciplined Andrea many times. Indifferent, Lance always turned a blind eye to his grandmother’s beatings. Mrs. Hamilton’s housekeeper, Maureen, has always been more than eager to help with Andrea’s punishments. “Mrs. Hamilton, Miss Summer, Andrea is here,” Maureen announces. “Get the whip,” Florence H
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