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two; STORYTIME

The man peered over his spectacles. He looked old for his age, glasses, a rather wrinkly face and grey hair. Seulgi barely held back her grimace as he lent forward to place a kiss on her cheek. She dodged it by leading the man into the drawing room and sitting down on a large sofa.

"My dear Seulgi," he smiled. "You do look fine today,"

Seulgi smiled rather uncomfortably. "Why, thank you,"

There was a rather awkward air until a maid came in and placed two teas on the table. She was young and pretty, and Seulgi found herself thinking that she would much rather look at this maid than the man next to her.

"You're awfully pretty," She blurted out to the maid accidentally. "I-if you don't mind me saying," she covered up. "Um, are you new?"

"Yes Miss," the maid bowed. "I work in the kitchens Miss,"

"What is your name?"

"Yeri, Miss,"

"Well Yeri, thank you for the tea," she smiled warmly and the maid returned the smile. "Don't let your pretty face go to waste... do something with your life,"

"Uh- thank you Miss," the maid said awkwardly.

"Make a difference," Seulgi said and turned her face away. Yeri bowed once more and scurried off.

Harold Murry chuckled. "What in the blazes was that about? Make a difference,"

"I'm sorry?" Seulgi asked harshly.

"She is a maid, my dear Seulgi, and a woman. The only difference she can make is how milky I have my tea," he quipped and chuckled again. "Don't you be getting any ideas from those crazy women will you? The suffragettes, or whatever they call themselves. I can't have my beautiful Seulgi be spoiled by such silly thoughts and boisterous actions,"

Seulgi clenched her fist and smiled. "Yes, of course," She said through gritted teeth. Her stomach turned at the thought of having to spend the rest of her life married to this man.

"Those women are a disgrace," he continued, making Seulgi grind her jaw. She had not seen much of what these women do- being isolated and confined to her family's house. But she had heard great tales about them, by listening to the staff downstairs. The staff often have to travel into town to buy food and other things, and there's always a story to tell about these women- how they fight for their freedom. They sounded like such a strong minded and willed group of women and Seulgi had grown to admire them.

"They do nothing but cause trouble," Mr Murry grumbled. "If any woman of mine decides to act in such a disappointing way I shall-"

"Excuse me," Seulgi interrupted harshly and stood up. "I must use the lavatory," She exited the room swiftly, leaving a baffled Mr Murry sitting on the sofa. She stormed down the stairs that led to the kitchens where the staff worked and slammed open the door. The little staff that was left all looked up at her then returned to their jobs- after all an angry Seulgi slamming open their door was a regular occurrence.

"How can we help you today Miss?" The cook, who was getting on 50 and was quite plump, asked, leaning up against the counter. Seulgi sat at the table in the middle of the room and sighed, letting her anger dissolve.

"A story," she smiled. "Please,"

The cook smiled back and beckoned a younger maid into the room. "Yeri here saw something in town earlier, didn't you?"

Yeri nodded shyly at Seulgi. "Was it those Suffragettes?" Seulgi asked eagerly.

"Uh- Yes, I think so Miss," Yeri said.

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