This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 Excerpt: ...do 1 Vat for you plague him so if you no love him? Ha I your eyes, --zay tell ze tale. Kilty. I don't care if I do: he's a booby 1 He don'l love me. March. (Aside.) Don't I, though! Orap. Vat for you say that, hey? Kitty. Because he never told me. March. (Bushing down C.) Then, by jingo! he tell you eo uow. Kitty Sands ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 Excerpt: ...do 1 Vat for you plague him so if you no love him? Ha I your eyes, --zay tell ze tale. Kilty. I don't care if I do: he's a booby 1 He don'l love me. March. (Aside.) Don't I, though! Orap. Vat for you say that, hey? Kitty. Because he never told me. March. (Bushing down C.) Then, by jingo! he tell you eo uow. Kitty Sands, you're the idol of my heart. There's a devouring passion in my bosoja that gnaws--Jh, pshaw! I can't imitate the Captain. But, Kitty Gale, I do truly and sincerely love you. Kitty. Why, March Gale 1 you've been listening. March. A little bit, Kitty, --just enough to find oat what a fool I've been: but it's all right now. And you'll marry me one of these days. Kitty. One of these days? When? March. Well, when I find my father. Kitty. Oh, yes, I'll marry you then, never fear. Qrap. Ha! zat is good, --zat is very much better. Kitty. Oh, dear, March I here's mother coming again. Orap. Ze old lady wiz ze broom? Sacre I I sail gel my head broke ver much! March. Old gentleman, you'll have to make a ran of it. Orap. But I have not ze coat nor ze hat. I will ratch ze death of cold in mine head! (Sneezes.) Sacre 1 I heve him now! (/Sneezes.) March. Where is his hat and coat, Kitty? Kitty. I don't know, but I suspect mother has then now. Orap. Ze old lady wiz my coat? Sacre I zat is ve- much too bad, --ver much too bad! March. Bun and hide him somewhere, --in the wasnroom, --anywhere; for here comes Mother Gale. Kitty. Come, old gentleman I I'll hide you. (Exit, with Jean, L.) March. What a confounded ninny I have been I If I hud known this before, I might have saved Bije Parker Uie trouble of giving me the thrashing I intended for him. But ain't it jolly I I'm Bo happy I could sing foi joy I (Sing.) "Oh, my name was Captain Kvd." Enter Mas. G...
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