Summary

Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ Then to King Arthur spoke Sir Bedivere:
"Far other is this battle, our great test,
Whereto we move, than when great Lancelot
(Now far cavorting in the snow at Cannes)
Thrust his great rival from St. Stephen's seats,
And shook him thro' the North. Ill doom is ours
To war against our rivals, and each other.
The chief who fights old followers fights himself,
And they, old friends who loved us once, the stroke
We strike at them is a back-stroke to us.
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Source: Gutenberg

Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ I nearly fainted when I read the amounts.
"Not a word," said the art connoisseur as he shook me by the hand. "Although you have, I confess, half my fortune, I am richer than I was when I met you. The Von Böotz—my Von Böotz—is simply of priceless value."
And so the picture that had been sent to the box-room and narrowly escaped the uncultured clutch of the Italian image-man, had raised me from comparative poverty to superlative affluence. I paid in the cheques at my bankers, and a murmur went up from the clerks, and the manager waylaid me at the door to press my hand.
”
Source: Gutenberg

Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ The Von Böotz must be mine. You will not be so cruel as to deny me. I am the master of tens of thousands—nay, I might say without exaggeration—hundreds of thousands. If you will leave yourself in my hands, I think you will find that I am a man of honour."
He sat down at a desk which I now noticed was made of ebony and decorated with old gold and diamonds, and other precious stones. He drew a cheque. Then he rose to give it to me. But as he passed the picture it once more attracted his attention. He resumed his medieval saint-like ecstasy for a second, and then returned to his desk.
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Source: Gutenberg

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