The Library of Wit and Humor, Prose and Poetry: Selected from the Literature of All Times and Nations, Том 1Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Rufus Edmonds Shapley Gebbie Publishing Company, Limited, 1894 |
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... seen me down - stairs again , I can tell you ; I recollected it and a pretty two hours I've passed that I left the key in the cupboard " THAT'S the third umbrella gone since Christmas . What were you to do ? Why , let him go home in the ...
... seen me down - stairs again , I can tell you ; I recollected it and a pretty two hours I've passed that I left the key in the cupboard " THAT'S the third umbrella gone since Christmas . What were you to do ? Why , let him go home in the ...
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... seen with us . I'm sure , many people don't know you're married at all : how can they ? Your wife's never seen with you . Oh no : anybody but those belonging to you ! Greenwich Fair , indeed ! Yes , and of course you went up and down ...
... seen with us . I'm sure , many people don't know you're married at all : how can they ? Your wife's never seen with you . Oh no : anybody but those belonging to you ! Greenwich Fair , indeed ! Yes , and of course you went up and down ...
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... seen it . But she always is happier here than anywhere else . Ha ! what a temper that dear soul has ! I call it a temper of satin ; it is so smooth , so easy , and so soft . Noth- ing puts her out of the way . And then , if you only ...
... seen it . But she always is happier here than anywhere else . Ha ! what a temper that dear soul has ! I call it a temper of satin ; it is so smooth , so easy , and so soft . Noth- ing puts her out of the way . And then , if you only ...
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... seen with you ? Other women go out with their hus- bands ; but as I've often said , I'm not like any other woman . What are you sneering at , Mr. Caudle ? How do I know you're sneering ? Don't tell me I know well enough by the movement ...
... seen with you ? Other women go out with their hus- bands ; but as I've often said , I'm not like any other woman . What are you sneering at , Mr. Caudle ? How do I know you're sneering ? Don't tell me I know well enough by the movement ...
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... seen that Miss Prettyman , I'm sure to be abused A hedgehog ! A pretty thing for a woman to be called by her husband ! Now you don't think I'll lie quietly in bed and be called a hedgehog - do you , Mr. Caudle ? " Well , I only hope ...
... seen that Miss Prettyman , I'm sure to be abused A hedgehog ! A pretty thing for a woman to be called by her husband ! Now you don't think I'll lie quietly in bed and be called a hedgehog - do you , Mr. Caudle ? " Well , I only hope ...
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