Feverish bustle, anxious conjecture filled Buckingham Palace on election day this week. Outside, London wallowed in a yellow pea-soup fog. Below stairs, Royal scullery, parlor and chamber maids made no secret of their voting intentions as they hustled into bonnet and wrap, groped in a body out the fogbound back gate. Two footmen, the Palace womenfolk considered, were the only possible waverers. They had expressed Socialist opinions at the height of a servants' ball last year, but not since. One of these very footmen brought to the Royal study the latest newspapers for...
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