kennel-stairs

Updated: June 22, 2025

And Tom took his arm, and walked him quietly down into the street. "If you ever go up those kennel-stairs again, friend," said he to himself, "my name's not Tom Thurnall." They walked to a gunsmith's shop in the Strand, where Tom had often dealt, and sold the pistols for some three pounds. "Now then let's go into 333, and get a mutton chop." "No." Elsley was too shy; he was "not fit to be seen."

Charles Kingsley - Two Years Ago, Volume II.