Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

The Earl swallowed noisily once or twice, just to show that he was awake, and then plunged.
"An it please you, Madam, two diamonds," he muttered, with but a sorry show of his habitual arrogance.
"Double!" said Sir Francis Drake in crisp seamanlike tones, whereat the Earl of Leicester was seen to fumble for the hilt of his rapier.
"Stay, my Lord," his liege commanded; "'tis true the Knight hath left his manners in Devonshire, or on the Spanish main mayhap, but keep your brawl for an hour and place more fitting. We redouble."
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Churchill's description of a new tank, so fast that it could outstrip a foxhound "over a country," so cool that even in the tropics its crew would preserve their sangfroid traditionnel, and so delicately sprung that it could run over a brick without hurting itself—or the brick—momentarily encouraged the belief that here was the weapon to make war impossible. But almost in the same breath Mr. Churchill stated that simultaneously the War Office had invented a rifle grenade which would put the super-tank out of action.
Source: Gutenberg

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

His hand contained the ace, king and six other spades, nothing to write home about in hearts or clubs, and one small diamond. To take from his partner the right to play the hand would be the act of a fool—the mere thought made him raise a hand to his neck as though to assure himself of its continuity. Even failure to support her call would be looked on as ungallant, if nothing worse.
"How now, sirrah? Art sleeping in Our presence?"
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