The Devil Within is one of those melodramas where the individual auditor is expected to curl up like a piece of burnt leather and crumble away with excitement. On the opening evening, professional observers refused to do this, owing to their long stern schooling in the mystery melodrama. The hide of an accomplished critic will not curl. Ordinary observers were reported to have curled slightly. In the last act, some of them even crumbled.
Leading to this last act were two of the conventional settings in which...
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