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| Her third husband, below, is a wealthy gentleman from Virginia. | |
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| "Well, what would you do?" | I'd do the same. A girl's gotta eat. |
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| Once in Virginia, Moll figures out that she's actually married to her own brother. | "Are the Redcoats on the march again, Moll?" Love that line... "You have never refused me before." "Consider yourself lucky, then." |
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| Back in England, she meets the love of her life, Jemmy. | They each think the other is rich, but still have a chemistry. |
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| Their wedding night. The following sequence is all too short but notable. Despite the abundance of naked breasts in movies and television, direct stimulation of the nipple is sadly rare. | I usually see hands passing over them, the occasional squeeze and lots of faking. This wasn't. |
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| That's what I'm talkin' about! | |
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| But alas, Jemmy is a Highwayman and has to move on, leaving Moll a note on her pillow. | |
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| One day, Moll's coach is held up. | There's no mistaking those eyes. |
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| They each end up in prison, for different reasons. | |
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