"Comfort yourself, my charmer," said Mr. Words were given with their original meaning, without their ramifications. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. Gosse was backing towards the table. ’ ‘Woof!’ Sergeant Trodger’s eyes fairly popped out of his head, and he seized his prisoner’s arm again. Had it not been lashed to the adjoining wherry, it must have been upset, and have precipitated the opponents into the water. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. Visiting? Dressed for it, certainly.
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