The Palmy Days of Nance Oldfield by Edward Robins
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the same helpless passion; and can your vast foresight imagine I won't
use you accordingly, for these extraordinary airs you are pleased to give yourself.' [Talk of the independence of the 'New Woman.' Who could have been more self-assertive than this eighteenth century belle?] "MORE. O by all means, madame, 'tis as you should, and I expect it whenever it is in your power. [_Aside_] Confusion! "LADY BETTY. My lord, you have talked to me this half-hour without confessing pain. [_Pauses and affects to gape_.] Only remember it. "MORE. Hell and tortures! "LADY BETTY. What did you say, my lord? "MORE. Fire and furies! "LADY BETTY. Ha! ha! he's disorder'd. Now I am easy. My Lord Foppington, have you a mind to your revenge at piquet? "FOP. I have always a mind to an opportunity of entertaining your ladyship, madame. [LADY BETTY _coquets with_ LORD FOPPINGTON. "MORE. O Charles, the insolence of this woman might furnish out a thousand devils. "SIR CHARLES. And your temper is enough to furnish a thousand such |
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