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Madame Flirt

CHAPTER XXVII
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A bullet from a coach passenger's pistol had struck his knee and he now limped.

He was nearly always drunk and when drunk all his old hatreds were uppermost.

Directly he saw Vane, his bleary eyes glistened and his lips tightened over his uneven teeth and the ugly gaps between.
"Devil take me, if it isn't the cockerel whose feathers I've sworn to pluck.

Come to ogle the young trollop on the stage, I'll swear.

If I know anything about the hussy, she'll turn you down for the first spark who flings a handful of guineas in her lap." Jeremy's gruff rasping tones were heard all over the house.


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