Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, February 27, 1892 by Various
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shilling to promise her solemnly never on any account to play
with any of the tortures._ _Mrs. F._ (_rejoining her husband_). FREDERIC, how _can_ you? You make me feel perfectly _faint_ when you act like this! _Mr. F._ (_recovering_). Faint, CECILIA? Well, I daresay they won't mind if you sit down in one of these spiked chairs for a minute or two. _Mrs. F._ (_angrily_). I shall do no such thing, FREDERIC! And you ought to be _ashamed_ to suggest it! _Mrs. Borrodale_ (_choosing photographs of Nuremberg_). Look, JOHN, what a lovely large one of the _Sebald's Kirche_! I really _must_ have this. Oh, and the _Insel Schutt_--and this of the _Schöne Brunnen_--and the view from the _Burg_--that makes the half-dozen. They will be joys for _ever_, JOHN! And _only_ three shillings each! Will you pay the boy for them, JOHN, please--it's just eighteen shillings. _John_. Can't, my dear. Only half-a-crown in my pocket. Don't you remember, I lent you my last sov. not five minutes ago? _Mrs. B._ Oh, so you did. Well, on second thoughts, perhaps this size is rather--I think I'll take five of the sixpenny ones instead--they're every bit as good. You can spare me that half-crown, JOHN! _A Patriot_ (_coming out_). Well, it's just the same 'ere as |
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