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# Page 232: Running Prose from "Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil" This is a page of running prose (body text, no illustrations) from page 232 of a penny dreadful titled "Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil." The passage depicts officers receiving food and entertainment, including a discussion of a goose-liver pie sent by someone's mistress, followed by a musical performance by a singer called "Pink," whom the assembled men eagerly call for encores. The text combines polite dinner conversation with rowdy enthusiasm for the performer.
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232 Tom ANDERSON, DarRE-DEVIL McIntosh en’ his brer officers. My mistress hopes you gen’men will injoy the patty-de-fore-Gord.” “What?” exclaimed the senior officer, in a scandalized tone. “What an elegant goose-liver pie!” put in Troupe has- tily. Then a few undertoned words between the two. Troupe shook his head. “Not a scrap of paper, General,” he whispered. So McIntosh spoke up. “My compliments to your mis- tress, black boy, and say to her that, but for circumstances over which I have no control, | would send a written acknowledgment of her kindness and condescension, [his . noble and goodly ’’—he glanced at Troupe; but the butler suggested, “ Patty-de-fore-Gord, sah,” — “will be en- joyed by her grateful and obedient servants, McIntosh and others. And for her health we will ever pray.” The | butler being gone, the old General asked, a little impa- tiently, “If it’s a goose-liver pie, why the deuce could n’t the black boy say sor” ‘“Gentlemen,’’ — Deveaux had laughed himself hoarse, — “if ever again I take a decanter by the throat, I'll give you a toast will melt your hearts: ‘Madame La Motte! May God bless her! — and the paté-de-foie-gras.’”? The applause which followed was suddenly interrupted. “Hark, boys! It’s Pink!’ The old house was a-babble with echoes of staccato notes, high and silvery. The air was full of them — a butterfly swarm of music. And the singer sang with a will, too. ‘So, of all the girls I ever did see, Cherry-cheeked Patty ’s the girl for me.” “That’s Pink! That’s Pink!” shouted the audience. Their thin, lined faces kindled. “‘Come ahead, Pink; come in!”’ they called, laughing. But the voice only sang on, mockingly. “Encore! Encore!” they shouted. And Deveaux pounded “the groaning board” with General Meriwether’s unmended boot. To this “curtain-call”’ the singer responded. ECONMICOOOKS.(€©) m