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Pickwick had requested him to drown the fatigues of his morning's walks, when a young boy of about three feet high, or thereabouts, in a hairy cap and fustian overalls, whose garb bespoke a laudable ambition to attain in time the elevation of an hostler, entered the passage of the George and Vulture, and looked first up the stairs, and then along the passage, and then into the bar, as if in search of somebody to whom he bore a commission; whereupon the barmaid, conceiving it not improbable that the said commission might be directed to the tea or table spoons of the establishment, accosted the boy with

Westerfield added. "Lord Le Basque's money." "Lord Le Basque's money may go to the Devil!" "Hullo! Your language reminds me of the time when you were a barmaid. You don't mean to say you have had a fortune left you?" "I do! Will you give a message to James?" "I'll do anything for a lady with a fortune." "Tell him to come and drink tea with his old sweetheart tomorrow, at six o'clock."

Peter Russet found out all about it next day, and told Sam that it was a barmaid with black 'air and eyes at the Jolly Pilots, and that she wouldn't 'ave anything to say to Ginger. He spoke to Ginger about it agin when they were going to bed that night, and to 'is surprise found that he was quite civil. When 'e said that he would do anything he could for 'im, Ginger was quite affected.

That is why I have to hurry over the preliminaries." "The preliminaries," she cried, almost in tears. "Do you know who I am that you treat me like a barmaid?" "Ladies," said McTavish, "who masquerade as housekeepers ought to know what to expect." Her face was a blank of astonishment. "Traquair told," she said indignantly. "Wait till I " "No," said McTavish; "the porter at Brig O'Dread told.

Kiss the barmaid, about the quickest and wickedest she ever heerd tell of, and then off to bed as sober as a judge.

The runners of a sleigh scraped the icy street below, its horses' hoofs cracked noisily. The music of a fiddle sounded in the distance. Babe's voice humming a waltz tune rose from the second story. "A barmaid?" asked Sheila breathlessly. She got up from her chair and walked over to the window. The moon was already high. Over there, beckoning, stood her mountain and her star.

I went down to supper; it was a simple affair, and I was made to feel at home. From the dining-room I caught a momentary flash of white skirts in the barroom. "Ah," I thought; "a barmaid. If she is pretty it will be a diversion." In the course of my wanderings I had seen few barmaids worth looking at twice. When the table was cleared I lit a cigar and strolled into the gardens.

Dollops's nasal twang took up the story, while the barmaid a red-headed, fat woman with a coarse, hard face, who was continually smiling looked them up and down, and having taken stock of them set two pewter tankards of frothing ale before them, took the money from Cleek, bit it, and then with a nod dropped it into the till and came back for a chat.

This was the decision of the two decorous nurses, of whom the visitor had had a glimpse and who, with their black uniforms and fresh faces of business, suggested the barmaid emulating the nun. He was depressed and restless, felt himself in a false position, and thought it lucky Mrs. Lendon had powers of placid acceptance.

His career was one of riotous dissipation, culminating in what was generally spoken of as "a low marriage" with the barmaid of a Beaminster public-house.

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