Husband. Then ’tis time for me to withdraw; I see by your eyes that the storm is collecting.
Wife. And it shall burst on your head.
Husband. I’ll save my poor head, if I can. A good retreat is better than a bad battle.
(Husband flies, the dish flies after him.)
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“We understand that a small hamper was left by a Railway porter, this morning, directed to the Husband, which was found to contain a full grown boy, about three weeks old, with a strawberry mark upon his left arm.
The wife, we are informed, has just ran away along with the Policeman with the big whiskers.
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