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Various Punch or the London Charivari, Volume 158…

Look!" Betty crushed my hand as in a vice. "There he is."
As we took a corner on two wheels I looked out and saw a man running. "Taxi!" he shouted in the hoarse voice of despair. Our driver sat like a graven image and we swept on in triumph.
"Oh!" cried Betty suddenly, "suppose that, after all, somebody else——" She choked on a sob.
"Courage, dear heart," I said. "All is not yet lost."
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Various Punch or the London Charivari, Volume 158…

Searching for friends to get it out, it bethought itself of Henry, along with 499,999 others whose names for the moment I do not recall. Between us (with subsequent assistance) we set things to rights, and nothing remained for Old England save to rid itself gracefully of what remained of its few millions of new-found friends. There was, however, no shaking off its bosom pal, Henry. I am one of those loyal characters whose affection, once gained, nothing can undo. No use saying to me: "Well, old man, it's getting late now; you must come and see us again some other day."
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Various Punch or the London Charivari, Volume 158…

As sometimes happens in works of a philanthropic character, Mr. Bradshaw's Appendix has a human charm that is lacking in his treatment of his principal theme, the arrival and departure of trains. To the careful student it reveals also a high degree of organisation among his collaborators, the hotel-managers. It is obvious, for example, that at Bournemouth there must be at least one hotel which has the finest situation on the South coast.
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