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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, October 31, 1891 by Various
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_Podb._ (_with only apparent irrelevance_). The same to you, and many
of 'em, old chap! Hullo, we're going to stop at this inn. Let's get
out and stretch our legs and have some coffee.

[_They do; on returning, they find the Italian Gentleman
smiling blandly at them from inside the_ coupé.

_The It. G._ Goodaby, dear frens, a riverderla! I success at your
chairs. I vish you a pleasure's delay!

_Podb._ But I say, look here, Sir, we're going on, and you've got our
place!

_The It. G._ Sank you verri moch. I 'ope so. [_He blows_ PODBURY _a
kiss._

_Podb._ (_with intense disgust_). How on earth are we going to get
that beggar out? Set the Conductor at him, CULCHARD, do--you can talk
the lingo best!

_Culch._ (_who has had enough of_ PODBURY _for the present_). Talk to
him yourself, my dear fellow, _I_'m not going to make a row. [_He gets
in._

_Podb._ (_to Conductor_). Hi! sprechen sie Französisch, oder was?
_il-y-a quelque chose dans mon siège, dites-lui de_--what the deuce is
the French for "clear out"?

_Cond._ _Montez, Monsieur, nous bartons, montez vîte alors!_
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