Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 10: what you’re looking at

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3C. I.] MARY PRICE. q Bix. (c.) No go—mad Tommy ain’t to be had. But what do you think ; you know Mary Price, the carpenter’s daughter? Nick. (Rk. c.) Yes; what of her? Britt. Why, I met her just now in the market-place—just come down to Ashford by the train from London—and such a stunnin’ swell; more like a duchess than a poor sarvant gal. Nick. Lor! you don’t say so! Bru. I say, if we could only persuade her brother Bob to z0 to London with us. Nick. Well, what then ? Britt. Why, don’t you see—Mary lives in a great nobleman’s ‘amily. Bob could visit her of course, and contrive to hide in -he house, and let us in at night, which would save us all the ‘rouble and danger of forcing locks and bolts. Nick. Blest if you ain’t a deep ’un, Bill. Bitu. Hush! here zs Bob, Enter ROBERT, L. door. ‘Vell, old fellow, incourse you’ve heard yoursister is in Ashford? Rogpert. Mary in Ashford !—oh! how glad I shall be to see -er!—yet, no; for when I reflect on what I was while my dear »arents lived, and then remember what now I am BILL. Yes, you’re now a runaway ’prentice—every moment -able to be took afore the beaks and sent to jail: that’s the -orrect wersion, I believe, Mr. Bob ? Rosert. Oh! yes, and when my sister knows, it will break er heart. Brut. Then follow my advice; and you'll not only escape oing to jail, but have the pleasure of seeing your sister as -ften as you wish, ROBERT. (L. Cc.) Explain. BiLu. (c.) Nick and me are going to London—on business, ou understand—come with us ? RoBERT. When do you start ? BiLu. This very day. _ Rosert. Well, I—I will go with you. Nick. Bravo! Enter MARY PRICE, conducted by ToMmMy, L. door. Tom. This wav, Mary. Not a very respectable place; won’t tad yourself at home here—not likely, not likely. Mary. Robert !—my brother! RopertT. Mary! Mary. And after twelve months’ absence from my native Jage, is it in such a low, disgraceful place as this I find you, R. Nick. Birt. Tommy. Mary. Robert. L. CONMUG DOO S C@