Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, February 27, 1892 by Various
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page 37 of 39 (94%)
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_Witness_ (_sadly_). Yes, I am.
_Coun. for Def._ Still you are here, and are pushing that poor lad to the prison-door! (_Prisoner snivels._) Yes, you are dealing him (one of your own flesh and blood) a never-to-be-recalled injury! _Witness_ (_plucking up spirit_). Only my duty, Sir. I obey only my duty! _Coun. for Def._ Your duty! Why, man, how can it be your duty? _Mr. Justice Punch_ (_seriously_). Again I must interpose. (_To_ Counsel.) Mr. MCSLANGER, I must once more remind you that your business at present is to ask questions, not to make speeches. _Coun. for Def._ But, my Lord, the task is a difficult one. _Mr. Justice Punch._ If you find it beyond your powers, no doubt some of your colleagues will come willingly to your assistance. _Coun. for Def._ No, my Lord, I do not mean what your Lordship means. I am quite capable of performing the duties it has been my pleasure and pride to accept. _Mr. Justice Punch_ (_wearily_). Pray let us get on? _Coun. for Def._ Do you not think it a grossly cruel and revolting thing that a man should give evidence against his near relative? _Witness_ (_greatly agitated_). My Lord, I appeal to you, is it fair |
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