Rugge did, and was struck with admiration and regretful rage at the idea of losing her.
"Bravo!" said he, involuntarily.

"Come, come, Waife, look at her: she was born for the stage.

My heart swells with pride.

She is my property, morally speaking; make her so legally; and hark, in your ear, fifty pounds.

Take me in the humour,--Golconda opens,--fifty pounds!" "No," said the vagrant.
"Well," said Rugge, sullenly; "let her speak for herself." "Speak, child.