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... one night , into his box , between the acts , and presented him with fifty guineas ; in acknowledgment , as he expressed it with great address , for defending the cause of liberty so well against a perpetual dictator . approbation .
... one night , into his box , between the acts , and presented him with fifty guineas ; in acknowledgment , as he expressed it with great address , for defending the cause of liberty so well against a perpetual dictator . approbation .
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