Prime Minister in?' he asked?" (He did not hiss. Who could hiss in that
atmosphere?)

Or take this from my last book (shall I ever write its like again?): "Men,
bent with the weight of secrets which, if known, would send a shiver
through the Chancelleries of Europe, could be seen hurrying across the Mall
in the pale light and going towards the great building in which England's
foreign policy is shaped and formulated." But the Foreign Office at Swiss
Cottage, or Wandsworth--I could not write of it. And there will be the
India Office at Tooting, or Ponder's End, or at--But how can your "dusky
Sphinx-like faces, wrapt in the mystery of the East, be seen passing the
purlieus of"--the Ilford Cinema?

But enough, Sir. Let me subscribe myself

A RUINED MAN.

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[Illustration: _Teacher._ "WHAT ARE ELEPHANTS TUSKS MADE OF?"

_Smart Boy._ "PLEASE, TEACHER, IT USED TO BE IVORY; BUT NOW IT'S GENERALLY
BONZOLINE."]

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A STORM IN A TEA-SHOP.

A NEW TALE OF A GRANDFATHER.