Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, December 13, 1890 by Various
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_Ang._ I--I am almost sure I did, now. Yes, why, of course--how stupid
I have been! It was someone very like you--not you at all! _Ed._ (_resentfully_). Well, I must say, ANGELINA, that to give a fellow a fright like this, all for nothing-- _Ang._ Yes--yes, it was all for nothing, it was so silly of me. Forgive me, EDWIN, please! _Ed._ (_still aggrieved_). I know for a fact that I didn't so much as leave my chair, and to say I _danced_, ANGELINA! _Ang._ (_eagerly_). But I _don't_. I remember now, you sat perfectly still the whole time, he--he said he could do nothing with you, don't you recollect? (_Aside._) Oh, what stories I'm telling! _Ed._ (_with recovered dignity_). Of course I recollect--perfectly. Well, ANGELINA, I'm not _annoyed_, of course, darling; but another time, you should really try to observe more closely what _is_ done and who _does_ it--before making all this fuss about nothing. _Ang._ But you won't go and be mesmerised again, EDWIN--not after this? _Ed._ Well, you see, as I always said, it hasn't the slightest effect on me. But from what I observed, I am perfectly satisfied that the whole thing is a fraud. All those other fellows were obviously accomplices, or they'd never have gone through such absurd antics--would they now? |
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