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GRIMSHAW, BAGSHAW, AND BRADSHAW.
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from pursuit for some hours at least; but tell me, are you quite sure it was your uncle, Mr. Towzer, that you saw?
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| Emily
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Certain! there's no mistaking uncle Towzer! I saw him leaning up against the lamp-post on the other side of the street with his eyes fixed on this second floor, as I sat down to breakfast this morning—he was there again when I sat down to dinner, and I'll be bound he's there now.
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| Fan.
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Then, depend on it, there's mischief brewing—these Sheriff’s officers have such capital noses when they're once on the right scent—and yet, now I think of it. that room (pointing towards back at l. c.) you now occupy was formerly Mr. Bradshaw's, was it not?
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| Fan.
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Then it may be Mr. Bradshaw, that Towzer's waiting for after all.
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| Emily
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Perhaps it is, for when my dear Bradshaw ran away with me three days ago, he gave the room up to me, and went to lodge in the next street, telling me to be sure and lie snug—not even to show myself at the window, till he had scraped money enough to buy our marriage license.
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| Fan.
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Which injunction you luckily disobeyed, or I should not have seen you from my front parlor, and then I shouldn't have known how cruel uncle Towzer insisted on your marrying his son John—a Corporal Major in the Blues, six feet four in his stockings—how you had already given your heart to a certain Mr. Bradshaw, and had run away with him as a preparatory step towards giving him your hand—in short, I shouldn't have been here to get you out of a scrape, which you must certainly and most unquestionably have got yourself into! Now, let's see how matters stand!—you love Bradshaw—Bradshaw loves you—uncle Towzer objects to Bradshaw—at least, I presume uncle Towzer objects to Bradshaw.
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| Emily.
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Yes, though he has never even seen him.
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| Fan.
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Then why does uncle Towzer object to Bradshaw?
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| Emily
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I strongly suspect it's because he doesn't choose to give up the three hundred pounds he has of mine!
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| Fan.
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Very well!—where did I leave off? I know—uncle Towzer objects to Bradshaw, consequently Bradshaw runs away with you—Towzer discovers your hiding-place, at least you fancy so—you beckon to me to come to you,—I run across the street—hear your story—see Grimshaw enter this
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