Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, October 17, 1891 by Various
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I do?"
_Sporting Writer continues_.--"What can you do?" she echoed, with a hearty laugh, as she struck her riding-habit smartly with her whip; "why, tell me the horse you fancy for the Cambridgeshire!" He thought for a moment. He knew the good points of _Bobby_, and was rather partial to _Rosina_; but nothing wrong with _Snuffbox_, the stable reports were favourable. Still, you can't always rely upon what you see, much less what you hear. "Lady," said he, at length, "if you take my advice, you will back nothing until they go to the post." _Continuation by French Correspondent_.--They had no further time for parley, because the mail train left for Dover within the hour. So they hurried to Victoria, and in less than eight hours were in the Capital of the World. Ah, Paris, beautiful Paris! They enjoyed the balmy air as they drove through the awaking streets to the Grand Hotel. As they entered the courtyard they met the President. "Is it really true that the Germans refuse to take up the Russian Loan?" asked EUSTACE of the First Frenchman in France. "I would not say this to anyone but yourself," replied M. CARNOT, looking round to see that no one was listening; "but those who wait longest will see best!" |
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