MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - LIBRARY<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Why, Mrs. Hemlock, a dress came through the rag pile that only needed a little mending. I fixed the hoop skirt, and did the sewing in my spare time. I thought it would be festive to wear for the holidays. Does it not look well?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I raised an eyebrow. In fact it not so much raised as zoomed off like a hot-air balloon.<br/><br/><strong>"Spare time? You have spare time? That won't do. Strip. Naked. NOW!"</strong>I raised my voice with the last word as I saw her hesitate momentarily. My hand drew out the Tongue.<br/><br/>Slaves with spare time? The concept was alien to my whole existence. With my maids working every hour the Good Lord sent them and going to bed exhausted and here we had bloody slaves with bloody spare bloody time?!