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Updated: May 23, 2025

Ferguson," pipes a young gentleman of about thirteen, with a red livery waistcoat that reached to his ankles, and every variety of button, pin, string, to keep it together. "Stop, Mr. Heff," says he, taking a small pipe out of his mouth, "and don't forgit the cabman." "What's your fare, my lad?" says I. "Why, let's see yes ho! my fare's seven-and-thirty and eightpence eggs acly."

William Makepeace Thackeray - Burlesques