Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, October 25, 1890 by Various
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won't ask her how it is done--for I'm sure she wouldn't give me away,
_would_ you, She? _She_ (_with a slow bow and gracious smile_). Certingly not. _The F.S._ (_to her Companion_). Ask her something--do. _Her Comp._ Go on! _I_ ain't got anything to ask her--ask her yourself! _A Bolder Spirit_ (_with interest_). Are your _feet_ warm? _She_. Quite--thanks. _The Showman_. How old are you, She? _She_ (_impressively_). Two theousand years. _'Arry._ And quite a young thing, too! _A Spectator_ (_who has read the Novel_). 'Ave you 'eard from LEO VINCEY lately? _She_ (_coldly_). I don't know the gentleman. _Showman_. If you have no more questions to ask her, She will now retire into her urn, thanking you all for your kind attendance this morning, which will conclude the entertainment. [_Final disappearance of_ She. _The Audience pass out, |
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