It’s been the most heavily signposted illness in drama history. A twinge here. An “Oof” there. Chekhov’s roiling guts. And tonight, His Lordship’s mystery complaint finally took centre stage, in a scene that led one to wonder exactly how to remove three pints of aristocratic blood from a pristine white tablecloth.
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