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Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ No, I felt that Dorothy should be taught a lesson; that is all. I thought it would be good for her.
"That settles Dorothy," I said deliberately. "Now we can go on reading."
"But she wants me to go and look for her," explained Christopher.
"Then let her want," I said shortly. "We can't always be—— Christopher, we'll have a game with Dorothy. We'll stop where we are and let her look for herself."
Christopher chuckled. "She'll be awfully angry," he said uncertainly.
"Good!" said I.
"Cooee!" came a voice from the far-away. We laughed guiltily to ourselves and settled down in the chair.
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Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ I find it very difficult to walk slowly down Bond Street as one ought to do; I always feel so guilty. Most of the people there look scornfully at me as if I belonged to Whitechapel, and the rest look suspiciously at me as if I belonged to Bond Street. My clothes are neither good enough nor bad enough. So I hurry through with the tense expression of a man who is merely using Bond Street as a thoroughfare, because it is the way to his dentist—as indeed in my case it is. ”
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Various,  Punch, or the London Charivari…

“ That is the secret of Bond Street. Beneath that glittering display of luxurious trivialities there are vast reserves of solid prosaic necessaries, only waiting to be asked for. A man could live exclusively on Bond Street. I don't know where you would buy your butchers' meat, but I have a proud fancy that, if you went in and said something to one of those sleek and sorrowful jewellers, he too would vanish underground and blandly return to you with a jewelled steak or a plush chop.
Many years ago, they tell me, there was a butcher in Bond Street.
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Source: Gutenberg

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