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 quarrelling over me down stairs, I don’t know what will become of me. Now, Thomas is a beautiful man—such a figure, such calves, and such whiskers; but Richards has been getting big wages for a good many years, and he is careful—too careful, I think—for he never gives me the pretty things that Thomas does

Here he is again—I’ll run away and try to make up my mind (going).

Hist! Maggie! Stay, my charmer, stay. Let me once more

No, I must go down. If Missus should catch us as Mr. B. did, she would not be so easy on us.

Master’s a prince! Maggie I have a secret that I want to share with you. Do you see that? Twenty dollars? What for, do you suppose?

Pah! I can guess.

You can’t—I’ll give it to you if you do.

It’s mine then—you are to spy on the Missus!

Right! Here, take it. You’re a witch—the prettiest, wisest little witch in the world, and if you don’t promise me right here—now—to have me, I’ll—I’ll—oh! Maggie, Maggie, my bounding heart will burst its bounds and nought be left but groaning sounds.

Get up off your knees, you silly boy, you’ll spoil your stockings and Missus will come.

Let her come. I’ll not get up till I get your promise—I’ll stay