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There's one who really loves me, who'd be above asking for a shilling, if I'd only put out my hand to him." "If you say that again, Maryanne, I'll punch his head." "You're always talking of punching people's heads; but I don't see you do so much. I shouldn't wonder if you don't want to punch my head some of these days." "Maryanne, I never riz a hand to a woman yet."
I'm sick of this sort of thing, and, to tell the truth, I think it quite time to see some sort of a house over my head." "Would that I could seat you in marble halls!" said George Robinson. "Oh, bother!" said Maryanne. "That sort of a thing is very good in a play, but business should be business." It must always be acknowledged, in favour of Mr.
There's Maryanne; she says you haven't a word for her now." "She'll find as many words as she likes in Aldersgate Street, no doubt." "Now, Robinson, if you're going to go on like that, you are not the man I always took you for. You didn't suppose that a girl like Maryanne isn't to have her bit of fun as long as it lasts.
Neither with you nor with any other fair girl shall I again wanton away the flying hours. Life is too precious for that; and the work which falls upon a man's shoulders is too exacting. The Hall of Harmony is for children, Maryanne; for grown children, perhaps, but still for children." "You used to like it, George." "I did; and could again.
"According to all accounts, you've neither of you lost so very much in not getting Maryanne Brown." "Maryanne Brown is a handsome young woman," said Robinson. "Why, she's as red as red," said Mrs. Brisket; "quite carroty, they tell me. And as for handsome, Mr. Robinson; handsome is as handsome does; that's what I say.
Then she threw herself into a chair and buried her face in her handkerchief. "Would that we could all die," he said, "and that everything should end. But now I go to the printer's. Adieu, Maryanne." "But we shall see each other occasionally, as friends?" "To what purpose? No; certainly not as friends. To me such a trial would be beyond my strength."
Jones. During this time Maryanne, having spoken her mind freely, remained silent and sullen. That her father would not go out on the appointed day, she knew. That she would not marry Robinson unless he did, she knew also. She did not like Brisket; but, as she had said, she was not so selfish as to let that stand in the way. If it was to be Brisket, let it be Brisket. Only let something be done.
He had been almost mad for love of her. But yet he had always known, that had he won her she would have made him miserable. There was consolation in that when he thought of his loss. Then, at last, he wished her good-by. "And now farewell, Maryanne. Be gentle with that old man." "George," she said, "as long as he wants me, I'll stick to him.
She leaned against him palpitating, for the motion of the music had been quick, and there had been some amicable contest among the couples. It is needless to say that George Robinson and Maryanne Brown had suffered no defeat.
Maryanne had long since given in her adhesion to Mr. Brisket's theory; but now, weary with repetition of the lesson, she was disposed to rebel. "Now, William Brisket," she said, "just listen to me. If you talk to me again about seeing your way, you may go and see it by yourself. I'm not so badly off that I'm going to have myself twitted at in that way.
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