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By Charles Reade

Condensation by EDWARD H. CROSBY PEG WOFFINGTON stood before the mirror in her dressing-room at the Theater Royal, Covent Garden, London. She was alone with her thoughts and they were both serious and pleasant, if the play on her mobile features could be taken as a criterion. She was summing up her eventful career from the time when but a child of eight, cold, ragged, and hungry, she had been found on the Desmond Quay in Dublin by an actress who undertook her professional education, to the present moment, when, as the reigning actress of the British capital, she had the world at her feet. She was supreme in tragedy and captivating in comedy, and in private life brilliant as a conversationalist, with a wit as keen as it was delightful.