_Staff O_. This is my seventh drink, and yet, alas!
The Colonel comes not.
_Captain_. Fill another glass.
_Staff O_. I will [_he does_]. The bottle's finished, I'm afraid.
_Captain_. It does not matter. I drink lemonade.
_L. of C._ A doom descends upon this house, I fear;
That was the only bottle left us here.
_Enter_ Herald.
_Herald_. The Colonel comes. Let no ill-omened word
Escape the barrier of your teeth. I heard
Men say his temper's in an awful state;
Therefore beware lest some untoward fate
Befall you; and--I do not think I'll wait.
_Enter_ Colonel.
_He sees empty whisky-bottle, looks at Staff Officer, and--_
[_Here the fragment leaves off._
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"Turnouts. Odd colour miniature pony, 36in. high, used to
children, coming 5 years, and Swiss governess and brown
harness; can be seen any time, a miniature lot; L25."--_The
Bazaar, Exchange and Mart_.
It may be right to turn out aliens, but is not this rather hard on the
miniature Swiss Governess?
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From an auctioneer's advertisement: "Grandfather Clocks, and
other Arms and Armour.
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