Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 31: what you’re looking at

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28 MARY PRICE. [ACT IT., Tom. Yes; in backey box. Mary. Mind you take care of it. But, tell me, where do you mean to sleep to-night ? Tom. Easy to finda lodging. All doors fly open to poor Tommy, now he’s got plenty o’ money. Now, ain't that very odd, Mary? Whea poor Tommy wanted a friend, he couldn’t find one—and now he don’t want ’em, they’re as plentiful as blackberries—and poor Tommy won’t go without a lodging, with a hundred canary birds in his pocket—not likely, not likely. Mary. Still, it might not be safe to shew your money, so observe, Tommy, (taking him to R. 2 E.) at the corner of yonder street, (pointing) is a small coffee house, kept by honest, re- spectable people, with whom I am well acquainted. Go there —say that you come at my recommendation, and you will find great comfort for yourself, and perfect safety for your treasure. Tom. La, Mary, youare as good asamother to me. (ood- night, Mary. I wish you were old enough to be Tommy’s mother, in right-down earnest, for poor Tommy can’t remember his real mother—not the least bit in the world he don’t—and the boys used vo tell Tommy that he never had a mother; but he didn’t believe ’em, he didn’t—not likely, not likely. Exit, R. 2 E. Mary. (looking after him) Poor fellow! If his mind were . equal to his heart, what a noble creature he would be. (BILL and NICK appear, L. 2 E.) Now I must return. (comes forward —BILu slips behind her, and places himself R. 18.) I hope he will not forget his lordship’s request that he should be at the mansion early inthe morning. It is, [ know, my mas- ter’s intention to prove a benefactor to poor Tommy. (gozng, R., encounters BILL—starting) Ah! Bitu. Good evening, Miss Mary Price. So you were the gipsy gal that helped to walk off with the babby ?—I shan’t forget the hobligation I owes you. Mary. Let me pass. Brit. And that ere idiot, Tommy, has got the money what ought to ha’ been the reward of my honest industry. Mary. If you do not instantly let me pass Bit. Lucky for Master Tommy that just now I haven't got time to attend to him, or Mary. Rufhan! Stand aside. BILL. No; (grasping her arm) and you will wish soon you hadn’t been quite so saucy. Mary. (calling) Help! Help! BILL. Now, Nick, now. Music.—MAryY screams—NIck, hurrying forward, throws cloak over her head, and they are bearing her off, L. 2 E., when TOMMY runs on, R. 2 E. GomichooksEteo