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. After some time, the scuffle grew more and more distant, until nothing could be heard. She nursed at his neck as he peacefully slumbered through being killed. Dump popped his head into the cage.
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