The Magician's Show Box, and Other Stories

Chapter 4

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EDWARD. Edith, Edith, I have found you at last. (_Throws his arms round her._)

LISA. It is not Edith; it is only me.

EDWARD. You, you little vagabond! What have you done with Edith? Where is your gypsy camp?

LISA. She is not there; I have been to the gypsies. They say mother is carried to jail, and Edith to the House of Correction.

EDWARD. Edith in the House of Correction! My sister! That shall never be.

_Exit._

LISA. O, stop, stop! Pray show me the way to the jail; don't leave me alone here! There, he has gone. Edith would not have done so. What shall I do? I am so tired I cannot drag one foot after another. I must lie down and die here, all alone in the dark night. And mother is in the jail without me. How wretched she will be! O mother, mother!