" Avaunt, assassin !" yelled Sir Joe, in agitated tones ; " Hi, Cassells ! Come and save my life I Preserve my noble bones I" " Come!" said the High, Commissioner , "embrace your own Hall- Janes !"
" Fire I Cassells, fire /" Sir Joseph cried, " for, tho' I'm full of grit, To meet this murdrous-looking card I'm hardly feeling fit." He looked again, and found it was our harmless little " Tit."
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Observer, Volume XXIX, Issue 43, 10 July 1909, Page 19
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64" Avaunt, assassin !" yelled Sir Joe, in agitated tones ; " Hi, Cassells ! Come and save my life I Preserve my noble bones I" " Come!" said the High, Commissioner, "embrace your own Hall-Janes !" " Fire I Cassells, fire /" Sir Joseph cried, " for, tho' I'm full of grit, To meet this murdrous-looking card I'm hardly feeling fit." He looked again, and found it was our harmless little " Tit." Observer, Volume XXIX, Issue 43, 10 July 1909, Page 19
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