It seemed for a while as if the events of our tale did her harm; but it was not so in the end.
Not many years afterward, she was engaged by Mr.Sheridan, at a very heavy salary, and went to Dublin.

Here the little girl, who had often carried a pitcher on her head down to the Liffey, and had played Polly Peachum in a booth, became a lion; dramatic, political and literary, and the center of the wit of that wittiest of cities.
But the Dublin ladies and she did not coalesce.

They said she was a naughty woman, and not fit for them morally.

She said they had but two topics, "silks and scandal," and were unfit for her intellectually.
This was the saddest part of her history.

But it is darkest just before sunrise.