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Her countenance brightened into rapture at the picture, and Mrs. Woffington's darkened with bitterness as she watched her. But Mabel reflected. "Rob you of your good name?" said this pure creature. "Ah, Mabel Vane! you think but of yourself." "I thank you, madam," said Mrs. Woffington, a little touched by this unexpected trait; "but some one must suffer here, and " Mabel Vane interrupted her.
Sir Charles eyed his friend in a sly, satirical manner; he then said, laughingly: "In two months she married a third! don't waste your sympathy," and turned the talk into another channel; and soon after, Mrs. Woffington's maid appearing at the door, she courtesied to both gentlemen and left the theater. Sir Charles Pomander accompanied Mr. Vane a little way.
On one point, to his dying day, his feelings guided his judgment. He never could see an actress equal to his Woffington. Mrs. Abington was grace personified, but so was Woffington, said the old man: and Abington's voice is thin, Woffington's was sweet and mellow.
It paints heaven on the face that has it; it wakens the sleeping souls that meet it. At the bottom of Margaret Woffington's heart lay a soul, unknown to the world, scarce known to herself a heavenly harp, on which ill airs of passion had been played but still it was there, in tune with all that is true, pure, really great and good.
His poor tragedies fell here and there upon the ground, and his head went down upon his hands, which rested on Mrs. Woffington's picture. His anguish was so sharp, it choked his breath; when he recovered it, his eye bent down upon the picture. As he went after them on all-fours, more than one tear pattered on the dusty floor.
Woffington's professed lover. They wrote letters to each other every day. On Sunday they went to church together in the morning, and spent the afternoon in the suburbs wherever grass was and dust was not. In the next fortnight, poor Vane thought he had pretty well fathomed this extraordinary woman's character. Plumb the Atlantic with an eighty-fathom line, sir!
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