Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, September 19, 1891 by Various
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_that_ went!
_First T.T._ It's no use 'aving such things if they don't do it thoroughly. _Second T.T._ (_irrelevantly_). I wish I 'adn't 'ad that glass o' peach wine where we changed last. (_A_ Guard _appears at the window, and makes some guttural comments on the couple's tickets._) Wechseln? Why, that means _wash_, don't it? I'm as clean as _him_, anyway. "Anshteigen,"--ah, I ought to know what _that_ means by this time! SAM, my boy, we're bundled out again. I _told_ yer 'ow it would be! [_They tumble out, and the carriage is presently filled by an assortment of Germans, including a lively and sociable little Cripple with a new drinking-mug which he has just had filled with lager, and a Lady with pale hair and sentimental blue eyes._ _Podb._ We can talk all right _now_, eh? _They_ won't understand. Look here, old fellow, I don't mind owning _I'm_ rather down in the mouth about--you know what. I shouldn't care so much if there was any chance of our coming across them again. _Culch._ (_cordially_). I am very glad to hear you say so. I was rather afraid you had taken a dislike--er--in that quarter. _Podb._ I?--is it _likely_! I--I admire her awfully, you know, only she rather seemed to snub me lately. _Culch._ (_with patronising reassurance_). Quite a mistake on your |
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