Twice as the carrier’s cart slowly wended its way up the steep hill the door at the rear opened and slammed. At first those inside paid little heed, but the third time they demanded to know why they should be disturbed in this fashion. “Whist,” cautioned the driver. “Don’t spake so loud. He’ll overhear us.” “Who?” "The boss. Spake low. Shur, Oi’m desavin' the crayture. Every toime he ’ears the door close he thinks wan o’ yez is getting down ter walk up th hill, an’ that sort o’ raises ’is sperritsl” SNIFF UP.QARQLE or SWALLOW FLUENZOL
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New Zealand Times, Volume XLII, Issue 9788, 11 October 1917, Page 2
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97Page 2 Advertisements Column 2 New Zealand Times, Volume XLII, Issue 9788, 11 October 1917, Page 2
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