She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. “I remember hearing something about it. For a moment she remained silent. She acted as her mother had taught her to. ‘If, in truth, you are a gentleman,’ she said in a trembling tone, ‘you will move to the side that I may leave this room. It’s that father of yours you take after, no question. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. " "Swear it!" "I do. I will no longer be a burthen to those upon whom I have no claim, but compassion.
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