inwest

Updated: August 5, 2026

Goes through the archvay, thinking how he should inwest the money up comes the touter, touches his hat "Licence, Sir, licence?" "What's that?" says my father. "Licence, Sir," says he. "What licence?" says my father. "Marriage licence," says the touter. "Dash my veskit," says my father, "I never thought o' that." "I think you wants one, Sir," says the touter.

Charles Dickens - The Pickwick Papers