Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, November 15, 1890 by Various
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_know_ I shall!
_John_. No, no--what's the use? He'll have fired long before you get to the door. Much better stay where you are, and do your screaming sitting down. (_The Conjuror fires._) There, you see, you _didn't_ scream, after all! _The L. w. N_. I screamed to _myself_--which is ever so much worse for me; but you never _will_ understand me till it's too late! [Herr VON K. _performs another trick._ _First Lady in Plush Cloak_. That was very clever, wasn't it? I can't _imagine_ how it was done! _The M. in E.D. (in whom the memory of his desecrated hat is still rankling_). Oh, can't you? Simplest thing in the world--any child could do it! _Second Lady_. What, find the rabbit inside those boxes, when they were all corded up, and sealed! _The M. in E.D_. You don't mean to say you were taken in by _that_? Why, it was another rabbit, of course! _First Lady_. But even if it _was_ another rabbit, it was wearing the borrowed watch round its neck. _The M. in E. D_. Easy enough to slip the watch in, if all the boxes have false bottoms. |
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