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The Dime dialogues no. 15 : a new series of original colloquies, farces, minor dramas, dress pieces, etc., etc., for schools, exhibitions and homes, adapted to stages ... for scholars of both sexes and all ages, [Incomplete].
Contributor
Beadle and Adams (1872-1898), (printer).
Date Added
9 January 2014
Format
Book
Language
English
Publish Date
1874
Publisher
New York : Beadle and Adams
Series
Beadle's dime dialogues > no. 15
Source
Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title
Beadle's dime dialogues, no. fifteen. Beadle's dime dialogues, no. 15.
Topic
Popular literature > Specimens. Dime novels > Specimens. Dialogues, English.
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66 THE DIME DIALOGUES.
Dun. Has the porter let out that there man?
Joun. Yes, my lord.
Duy. Never let him. clap his ugly mug :into these here
doors again! He’s as mad as any poor soul under a statue
of lunacy. Shut the doors, d’ye:hear? (Zvit Joun.) u. Odd
rabbit it! if peers are to be frightened in this here fashion;
T’d- rather serve soap ‘and: candles again:.in comfort at
Gosport ! hs t att) 3 Rn.
Il I,
(Enter Henry Monuanp and STEDFAST.)
“Step. Be more ‘yourself, Henry. Firmness, in the. mo.
ment of disappointment. -
Mor. Disappointment! -’Tis. tor ture! i it racks ‘me —
Caroline fied, no one knows whither! unprotected ! perhaps
exposed to want, too! to biting -penury !: The account,
though confused, Which’ I gathered. Jast night- from the un-
feeling wretch in possession of the late Mr. Dormer’s house
—Why not have gone to’ my father’s? Caroline might tere
have relied on an asylum.
Step. ~Umph ! ‘perhaps not.
Mor. Oh, Stedfast | how little you know of my worthy
father’s heart !
Step. Yet I have had a specimen.
Mor. Well, but you saw my father ?
Step. I did. is
Mor. And he received: you: with that complacency 80
friendly a messenger deserved ?
Srep, Why, to say the truth, I found none of that atate.
ly dignity about'lfim which you led me to expect.
Mor. To- you, of course, when. you explained the: pur-
pose of your visit, he would throw that aside. The tender:
ness of the father softened the austerity of his habits; 3 and
his language came. warm from his heart. :
STED. Upon my word, ’twould puzzle me to tell: where
his language came from; but, to do him justice (nolwith-
standing his harangues in the house of. peers, which’ you
talked of,) his language was as little parliamentary, as apy
language I ever heard in my life. am
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