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"Strip, wench, strip! " cried Lady Herminia Barrasdaile, tossing the disguising cloak into a corner of the bedchamber. "Off with your clothes, girl, off with 'em-we're both of a size, thank heavens-so strip, Betty, strip, as I'm a-doing!"
"Yes, my lady," sighed comely Betty, large and patient and calmly indulgent to the unexpected whims and caprices of her imperious mistress. "But pray, mam, why should us undress afore bedtime?"