I had a babe of my own once,--upon my honour, I had,--and if it had not been for convulsions, caused by teething, I should be a father still.

Supply to me the place of that beloved babe.

You shall have such fine dresses; all new,--choose 'em yourself,--minced veal and raspberry tarts for dinner every Sunday.
In three years, under my care, you will become a great actress, and make your fortune, and marry a lord,--lords go out of their wits for great actresses,--whereas, with him, what will you do?
drudge and rot and starve; and he can't live long, and then where will you be?
'T is a shame to hold her so, you idle old vagabond." "I don't hold her," said Waife, trying to push her away.

"There's something in what the man says.

Choose for yourself, Sophy." SOPHY (suppressing a sob).--"How can you have the heart to talk so, Grandy?
I tell you, Mr.Rugge, you are a bad man, and I hate you, and all about you; and I'll stay with Grandfather; and I don't care if I do starve: he sha'n't!" MR.