Punch / Almanack (1885)

PUNCH’S ALMANACK FOR 1885.

’ December 9, 1884.

OUR THREE-VOLUME NOVEL AT A GLANCE.

VOL, I,—She sat apart, a cloud hang- He threw himself at her
ing on her fair brow, and her sweet Feet,

eyes downcast.

And crushing her slender Fingers
within his—

: Lettuce fly ! ” he murmured.

She turned a little pale-

And tossing her head in
the air,

She swept past him,

Flung herself out of the room, and disappeared
through one of the doors.

VOL. II .—He was somewhat
taken aback.

And burning his chin
in his breast,

Ground his teeth.

Quickly recovering himself,

He leapt to his feet,

And folding his arms tightly
across his chest—

Then, bending his brows, while a curious
smile curled the corner of his lip,

He crushed his hat deep over his
eyes, and sought the door.

His suit had been declined !

VOL. Ill .—In another second he
found himself in the street.

1 The die is cast! ” he hissed, while
his brow grew black as night.

He had drained the bitter
cup to the dregs.

That night he caught the
packet.

And, in a foreign climb,

Vanishes from these pages for
evermore.