Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, December 13, 1890 by Various
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a flicking of his boots, as irritated as a blue-bottle caught in a
cowcumber frame. _C.G._ Oh, _certainly_, with pleasure. (_To I.P._) If you'll excuse me, Sir, just one moment, I'll step out and speak to his Lordship. [_Exit, followed by_ Groom. _Horsey Person_ (_making a rush at I.P. as soon as C.G. has disappeared, speaking in a breathless hurry_). Now lookye here, guv'nor--sharp's the word! He'll be back in arf a jiff. _You buy that 'oss!_ He won't sell it to _us_, bust 'im; but you've got 'im in a string, you 'ave. He'll sell it to _you_ for eighteen quid--p'raps sixteen. _Buy_ it, Sir, buy it! We'll be outside, by the pub at the corner, my pal and me, and--(_producing notes_)--we'll take it off you agen for _thirty pounds_, and glad o' the charnce. We want it pertikler, we do, and you can 'elp us, and put ten quid in your own pocket too as easy as be blowed. Ah! here he is! Mum's the word! Round the corner by the pub! [_Exeunt hurriedly._ _Clerical Gent_ (_blandly_). Ah! _that's_ settled. His Lordship was angry, but I was firm. Take _Bogey_ back to the stable, TOM--_unless_, of course--(_looking significantly at Inexperienced Person_). _Inexperienced Person_ (_hesitating_). Well, I'm not sure but what the animal would suit me, and--ahem!--if you care to trust it to me-- _Clerical Gent_ (_joyously_). Trust it to _you_, Sir? Why, with pleasure, with every confidence. Dear old _Bogey_! He'll be happy with such a master--ah, and do him service too. I tell you, Sir, that |
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