I bear the marks of some of them about me still," he continued, taking off his wig, and laying bare a bald skull, covered with cicatrices and plates of silver. "I was about to add," continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no music except the good old ballad tunes. I’m not Gerald, remember. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise.
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