The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. The manager, however, who stood in the wings, nodded to her to proceed, and the orchestra commenced the first few bars of the music. I don’t care what divides us.
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