Out damned spot… of the telltale heart!

. . Doct.  What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. Gen.  It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her to continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M.  Yet here’s a spot. Doct.  Hark! she speaks. I will set... Continue Reading →

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