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I am engaged to sing every evening at the ‘Unusual’ music hall. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical. He hugged her when he saw her in the hallway. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. The land about these walls is a common graveyard. “I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would recognize me. He was mad. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. He continued tenderly, almost affectionately. You can live just about how you like.
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