“I once caught an abigail in an English house pirouetting before the cheval-glass, dressed in my riding-breeches, and grinning delightedly with a hand on either side of her waist. By way of punishment, I made her divest herself of the trifles in my presence, and by doing so found that she had augmented the evil by making an entirely wrong use of one of my silk vests – while, as an end to all bitterness, she had actually fitted on my stockings and boots.”
Mrs Power O’Donoghue, 1880s.
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