Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, July 9, 1892 by Various
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_Mrs. T._ (_who doesn't intend him to go_). Oh, do be _careful_ then. _Mr. T._ (_feeling quite the Daredevil_). Pooh, my dear, what is there to be careful about? _Mrs. T._ It does look such a ramshackle old thing--it might break down. Accidents do happen so quickly. _Mr. T._ (_reflecting that they certainly do_). Oh, if it wasn't perfectly safe, they wouldn't-- _Mrs. T._ Well, promise me if you go on the box to hold on tight round the corners, then! _Mr. T._ (_who doesn't see much to hold on by_). I shan't _go_ on the box--I shall go inside. _Mrs. T._ There mayn't be room. There are several people waiting to go already. You'll have to make haste to get a seat at all. I shall be _miserable_ till I see you safe back again! _Mr. T._ (_who is not sure he doesn't share her feelings_). Oh well, if you feel like _that_ about it, I won't-- _Mrs. T._ Oh, yes, do, I _want_ you to go--it will be so exciting for you to see real Indians yelling and shooting all round. _Mr. T._ (_thinking that it may be more exciting than pleasant_). Might bring on one of my headaches, and there'll be such a smell of |
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