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Full Title	The Dime dialogues no. 19 : dialogues, colloquies, minor dramas and dress pieces for schools, exhibitions, homes, etc. serious, serio-comic and broadly humorous ; arranged for stage, platform and parlor, with the adjuncts of scenery, "furniture," costumes, etc., etc., simplified to any situation.
Contributor	Beadle and Adams (1872-1898), (printer).
Date Added	9 January 2014
Format	Book
Language	English
Publish Date	1877
Publisher	New York : Beadle and Adams
Series	Beadle's dime dialogues > no. 19
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	Beadle's dime dialogues, no. nineteen Beadle's dime dialogues, no. 19 California uncle.
Topic	Popular literature > Specimens. Dime novels > Specimens. Dialogues, English.
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OCR an AWFUL 1ns'rnn!. II I feel lonely. Supposing the dead man in that ere box should get up and ask me to put him together again? I want to holler right out but I can't. My tongue seems frozen to the roof of my mouth; but I will defend myself to the last drop of my blood. Oh, how I wish I had my life insured! (Seizes an uvmbreda, opens it and retmng to other side sits and holds it iqforre her. Enwr MR. and Mas. GOODENOUGH.) Mu. G. Well, Betsey Maria, we have returned. TIM eeting was adjourned, for dear Mr. Homelove was too ill W BETSEY. (Loolcing over her umbrella.) Back, you hypercrt't- ical wretches! Don't come any nigher unto me. I have found you out! Your dread secret is known unto me. Your mask has been stripped off and you remain like white sepul- chers, full of dead men's bones. Yes, sir, bones! Yes, ma’am, bones.’ MRS. G. What is the matter with you, Betsey Maria? Are you going crazy? BETSEY. I don’t know where I am going, but I would advise you to go west and, under the ever-waving cypress and trailing palm-trees of Nevada, bury your guilty deeds. As for your home, let it be among the wolves of the forest or the buzzards of the plains. MR3. G. Why, I believe the girl is demented. BETSEY. Hide your guilty face, madam. ‘Twas you who spoke about the cuts. Do not bar my way to the door. Let me pass. I am innocent. I was not honn to perish on the scaffold. Pay me my wages and I will lock the awful secret in my heart of hearts and throw away the key. I’)! pray for ‘you; I’ll forgive you, and when all the world accuses you, nd your guilt stands forth glaring in the light of day, I’? nver say one mortal word. 80 now! MR. G. I verily believe the girl is going to have a tit. BETSEY. No, I am not. You'd like me to, so you could have the cutting up of another victim, you wholesale murderers and assassins! Mas. G. Murderers! What do you mean! MR. G. Assassins! Explain yourself! Bnrrsxv. Don't your own evil conscience tell you who 7 loan!