Punch
And now the climax comes not with tongue-lolling sheep-fleece wolves, ears on top remorselessly pricked for slaughter of the bleating imitated lamb, here a fang pointing to nethermost pit not of stomach but of Acheron, tail waving in derision of wool-bearers whom the double-ro...
_Tredwell_ (_receiving_ PHILLIPSON). Lady MAISIE'S maid, I presume? I'm the butler here--Mr. TREDWELL. Your ladies arrived some time back. I'll take you to the housekeeper, who'...
1. VOLUME III.And now the climax comes not with tongue-lolling sheep-fleece wolves, ears on top remorselessly pricked for slaughter of the bleating imitated lamb, here a fang pointing to neth...
3. SCENE X.--_In a Fly._Undershell_ (_to himself_). Alone with a lovely girl, who has no suspicion, as yet, that I am the poet whose songs have thrilled her with admiration! _Could_ any situation be m...
2. SCENE IX.--_The Entrance Hall at Wyvern._Lady Cantire._ Wait. (_She looks round._) What has become of that young Mr. ANDROM----? (_Perceiving_ SPURRELL, _who has been modestly endeavouring to efface himself._) Ah, _th...