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"Mrs. Jorgansen, if you miss Mr. Jorgansen, why don't you go back to the house to call him and ask him to come back early?"
"That's right. Mr. Jorgansen likes you so much. If he knows that you miss him, he won't care about the party and will come back immediately."
The two maids racked their brains to persuade Margaret.
If they are guilty, let the heavens punish them. Why do they have to feed them to mosquitoes?
It was strange. Margaret did not be bitten even when her legs were bare, but they were not that lucky even if they wore pants.
All their blood seemed to be sucked by the mosquitoes.
They felt discomfort to see the fat mosquitoes with red bellies of blood.
They were the ones being bitten.
"I missed him? What nonsense are you spouting? I just like sitting here."
"Mrs. Jorgansen, it is not shameless to say you miss Mr. Jorgansen. We are waiting outside to feed the mosquitoes. If Mr. Jorgansen comes back and sees us, he may laugh at us."
