UNKIND.
Synnex ; ‘ What's the matter with you ? What yer spluttering about ?* Chumpleigh : ‘ Doogles called me a fool.’ Synnex : • Oh, I wouldn’t mind that; he never did have any tact.'
There is a charming elasticity about a girl of eighteen springs.
The glorious charge of the Light Brigade, By Tennyson famously sung. Is nothing to that which my doctor made For taking a look at my tongue.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue VIII, 22 February 1896, Page 220
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66UNKIND. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue VIII, 22 February 1896, Page 220
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