I'm tebbly out spirits. Where shall we all go to? I dinn't think there was great a man on earth z Mizza Meadows. But the worlz wide. His Jew's eye went through our lill sgeme like a gimlet. 'Fools! says he that's me and Meadows, 'these dodges were used up in our family before Lunnun was built. Fools! Mizza Levi despises me and Meadows; and I respect him accordingly.
His friend and protege was handcuffed before his eyes and carried off to the county jail amid the grins and stares of a score of gaping rustics, who would make a fine story of it this evening in both public-houses; and a hundred voices would echo some such conversational Tristich as this: 1st Rustic. "I tawld un as much, dinn't I now, Jarge?" 2d Rustic. "That ye did, Richard, for I heerd ee."