"To-night, your ladyship?" ventured an elderly domestic. " A moment afterwards, they quitted the house. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another. I went to the theatre that night. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. It doesn’t seem to matter. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded.
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