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The Project Gutenberg eBook, Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103,
November 12, 1892, by Various, Edited by F. C. Burnand
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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, November 12, 1892
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
NOVEMBER 12, 1892
THE GAME OF THE LITTLE HORSES.
(_A SKETCH AT THE CASINO, DINARD._)
_On either side of the circular Race-course, with its
revolving metal horses, is a Green Table, divided into
numbered squares, around which the Players, who are mostly
English, are sitting or standing. A Croupier with his rake
presides at each table. In an obscure corner of the balcony
outside, Miss DAINTREE and her Married Sister have just
established themselves. There is a Ball at the Casino, and the
Orchestra are heard tuning up for the next dance._
_The Married Sister_. But SYLVIA, why have you dragged me out here to
sit in the dark? I thought you were engaged for this?
_Miss Daintree_. So I am--to such a horrid little man. That's why I
fled. He won't think of coming _here_ after me!
_The M.S._ What made you give him a dance at all?
_Miss D._ JACK brought him up to me--so naturally I thought he was
a dear friend of his, but it seems he only sat next to him at _table
_had_ to do it--to get rid of him. So like a brother, wasn't it?...
Oh, AMY, he's _coming_--what _shall_ I do? I know he can't dance a
little bit! I watched him trying.