“These are her rooms,” she said. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. I’ve made no mention of guns and daggers or, indeed, any of the more exciting aspects of the business. This won’t do. John’s demeanor shifted. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes. “No!” she exclaimed. I don’t want to Bowdlerize Shakespeare. And with a hideous expression of pain, he fainted. And you promised to tell me.
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