IN VINO VERITAS.
‘ What do you mean, sir, by coining home at this time of night?’ exclaimed Jaggs’ wife at 3 a.m., as she let him in. * I mean to go to bed, my dear,’ he gurgled. ‘ And what excuse have you got, you horrid wretch, for coming home in such a condition ’’ ‘ Besht in the worl’, m’ dear. Is’h too drunk to find’sh way any wher’s elsh. ’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 7, 13 February 1892, Page 168
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68IN VINO VERITAS. New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 7, 13 February 1892, Page 168
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