Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 146, January 7, 1914 by Various
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_HOLMAN CLARK (eagerly_). Let me guess. His wife was starv-- _SIR GEORGES_. No, no, don't spoil it. (_Sternly_) It's a very serious thing, HOLMAN, to spoil an actor-manager's big scene. CURTAIN. ACT III. _Daniel Mérital_. Father has won his case. I _am_ glad. Oh, are you there, Father? I'm just going downstairs to count the telegrams. [_Exit. Enter_ Renée. _Renée_. You have won the case? I knew it. I knew you were innocent. _Mérital (nobly_). Renee, I am not innocent. I did steal that ninepence. I would have confessed it before, but I had to think of my family. (_Cheers from the gallery_.) Of course it would also have been unpleasant for _me_ if it had been known, but that did not influence me. (_More cheers_.) I thought only of my children. Let me tell you now _why_ I stole it. _Renée (eagerly_). Let me guess. Your wife was starving-- |
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