The king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make.

Mind you, clothes were clothes in those days. […] Frills, ruffles, flounces, lace, complicated seams and gores: not only did they sweep the ground and have to be held up in one hand elegantly as you walked along, but they had little capes or coats or feather boas.

No ways, I don’t use traditional healers.

My grandmother did not hear from her beloved daughters again for a long time. Their communications stopped when the Japanese attacked Zhaocheng in April 1938 and their formation had to retreat to Fenxi county, in the Lüliang mountains.