"I was about to add," continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no music except the good old ballad tunes. They thought that she was her own mother. The girl suppressed a chuckle that would have been inexplicable. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. She required no instructions from books; her wit and beauty were her own. “Very well,” said Ann Veronica, with an air of concluding the discussion.
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