Mary Price; or, The Adventures of a Servant Girl — page 13: what you’re looking at

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16 MARY PRICE. [ACI Enter ToMmMy, L. Tom. Mary Price, I declare! Couldn’t make a mistak-: couldn’t take anybody else for you—not likely, not likely. Mary. You, Tommy, in London! Tom. Yes; Bill Bulldog told poor Tommy that Londou. ° streets were all paved with gold, and Tommy would have nothing to do but stoop and pick it up; but ’twas all a lie— for there ain’t no gold, only mud; and I should have starved, only a gentleman gave me twopence, and I bought a stock of lucifer matches—but I don’t seem to make my fortune at it, and I don’t think I ever shall—not likely, not likely. Mary. Well, Tommy, you must come and see me. (crossing to L.) Now I cannot stop longer with you, for Tom. Yes, I know—going to look for the little lost child. You won't find her; I can though. Mary. You, Tommy. Tom. Yes; only just found out though, for I followed and I hunted; they are very cunning, but they are are not so deep as I am—not likely, not lkely. Mary. Oh, Tommy! well shall you be rewarded if Tom. Will you buy a box of lucifers ? | Mary. Your whole stock, and pay for it its weight in gold. Tom. Shan’t find such a customer as you every day—not likely, not likely Mary. But say—the child—lttle Clementina—where is she? Tom. At the Trampers’ Arms. ’Tain’t a werry fashionable hotel—not likely, not likely. Mary. Come, then; and with the aid of the police Tom. Police couldn’t do nothing: the child would be safe out of reach before they could get into the place, bless you. Mary. What then can be done? Tom. We'll dress ourselves up like trampers. I'll be an old gipsy and you shall be my pretty daughter, and nobody couldn’t have a prettier daughter—not likely, not likely. Mary. But where procure disguises ? Tom. Tommy knows—all sorts of clothes, if I'd only got the money. I could buy such a beautiful coat for sixpence. Mary. Oh! if we recover the child, you shall have plenty of money, and be dressed like a gentleman. Tom. Then I should retire from business, and set fire to my lucifers—cause it wouldn’t look well to see a gentleman vu! property selling lucifers—not likely, not likely. Mary. Come, Tommy, let us hasten. Tom. There’s xo hurry—I know what I am about: but you must mind and keep up your disguise, and behave like a good CORNICLOOKS. GO