The ladies were, as usual, very gaily dressed; and as usual, also, had resorted to art to heighten their attractions— From patches, justly placed, they borrow'd graces, And with vermilion lacquer'd o'er their faces. I must bless him before I die. Spurlock went, it would not be far enough. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. She was discussing one of those modern advanced plays with a remarkable, with an extraordinary, confidence. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction.
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