’ ‘Lucilla,’ gasped Hilary, his cheeks reddening with wrath. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. Ennison will make a thousand enemies if he takes you from the stage. Wood; "here's a pretty to-do about nothing. Nobody could possibly find him now. His thoughts, indeed, were too painful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for some time, they quite overcame him.
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