by Felgerkarb » Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:57 am
Lady Mekhmao speaketh:
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!—One, two. Why, then, ’tis time to do ’t. Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! A bargirl, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old expat to have had so much juice in him.
Lady Mekhmao speaketh:
[i]Out, damned spot! Out, I say!—One, two. Why, then, ’tis time to do ’t. Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! A bargirl, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old expat to have had so much juice in him.[/i]