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I have taken up the subject, and the other day, for a pretty actress's benefit night, I wrote an address, which I will give on the other page, called "The Rights of Woman." I shall have the honour of receiving your criticisms in person at Dunlop. CLXXVIII. To MR. R. GRAHAM, FINTRY. December 1792. Sir, I have been surprised, confounded, and distracted, by Mr.
And I thought when you knocked at the door, that you might be the gentleman whom I expect with a challenge from Mr. Costigan that is how the world treats me, Mr. Foker." "You don't mean that Irishman, the actress's father?" cried Mr. Tatham, who was a dissenter himself, and did not patronise the drama. "That Irishman, the actress's father the very man.
I returned to the theatre, and recollected that I had neither asked her name or address, but I could find out all that easily. She was playing Mandane, and her singing and acting were admirable. I asked a well-dressed young man beside me what that admirable actress's name was. "You have only come to Florence to-day, sir?" "I arrived yesterday." "Ah! well, then it's excusable.
From the very mouth through which the great actress's inspired musical utterances reached me, I was compelled to hear at other times very similar language to that in which, with but few exceptions, nearly all heroines of the stage indulge.
It was the actress's manner that struck Miriam most; it denoted such a training, so much taste, expressed such a ripe conception of urbanity.
His eye swept the group; the merry, scornful glances fixed upon him; the joyous, half-inviting glances; the red lips parted as in kindly invitation; shy lips, willing lips! Who? His look kindled; he had made his selection, and the next moment his arm was impetuously thrown around the actress's waist. "Kiss her quick and let her go!"
In order to get there one had to go up the bank of the Choue as far as Gumieres in order to cross the bridge; otherwise one got one's feet wet and ran the risk of a ducking. "And what is the actress's name?" asked the countess. "Oh, I wasn't told," murmured the old lady. "Georges, you were there the morning the gardener spoke to us about it." Georges appeared to rack his brains.
Petersburg, so that ultimately as a consequence the girl dies, comes to ask them to clap her touching impersonations of injured virtue. 'What has one to do with an actress's private life, my dear Lord Rupert? asked Madame de Netteville, her voice slipping with a smooth clearness into the conversation, her eyes darting light from under straight black brows.
Presently tears were in the little actress's eyes; she had no handkerchief, but Warren had. He gave it to her, and she surreptitiously wiped her eyes, and smiled at him, like a pretty child, in her furs. Rachael felt actually sick with shock. She felt as if some vital cord in her anatomy had been snapped, and as if she could never control these heavy languid limbs of hers again. Her head ached.
"So now we see Zibeline fairly launched," remarked the banker. "Since the Duchesse de Montgeron has taken her up, all the naughty tales that have been fabricated about her will go to pieces like a house of cards." "That is very probable," the General concluded, "for she has made a complete conquest of my sister." At these words a slight cloud passed over the actress's face.
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