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Victualler's assurance that he 'never allowed any language, and never suffered any disturbance. Sharpeye confirmed the statement, and the order that prevailed was the best proof of it that could have been cited. Victualler, and pass his evenings here. But we had not yet looked, Mr. Superintendent said Trampfoot, receiving us in the street again with military salute for Dark Jack. True, Trampfoot.
Generally, Sharpeye directs our observation with a look, to the prints and pictures that are invariably numerous on the walls. Always, Trampfoot and Quickear are taking notice on the doorstep.
'Pretty well, sir, and hope you gentlemen are going to treat us ladies, now you have come to see us. 'Order there! says Sharpeye. 'None of that! says Quickear. Trampfoot, outside, is heard to confide to himself, 'Meggisson's lot this is. And a bad 'un! 'Well! says Mr. Superintendent, laying his hand on the shoulder of the swarthy youth, 'and who's this? 'Antonio, sir.
Some grim discourse ensues, referring to the mistress of the cave, who will be released from jail to-morrow. Witches pronounce Trampfoot 'right there, when he deems it a trying distance for the old lady to walk; she shall be fetched by niece in a spring-cart.
Three weird old women of transcendent ghastliness, were at needlework at a table in this room. Says Trampfoot to First Witch, 'What are you making? Says she, 'Money-bags. 'WHAT are you making? retorts Trampfoot, a little off his balance. 'Bags to hold your money, says the witch, shaking her head, and setting her teeth; 'you as has got it.
Trampfoot wishes to be informed what First Witch has got behind the table, down by the side of her, there? Witches Two and Three croak angrily, 'Show him the child! She drags out a skinny little arm from a brown dustheap on the ground. Adjured not to disturb the child, she lets it drop again. Thus we find at last that there is one child in the world of Entries who goes to bed if this be bed. Mr.
'All right, Sharpeye? 'All right, sir. 'All right, Trampfoot? 'All right, sir. 'Is Quickear there? 'Here am I, sir. 'Come with us. 'Yes, sir. So, Sharpeye went before, and Mr. Superintendent and I went next, and Trampfoot and Quickear marched as rear-guard.
The uncommercial sense of being in a rather ridiculous position with the poor little child beginning to be frightened, was relieved by my worthy friend and fellow-constable, Trampfoot; who, laying hands on the article as if it were a Bottle, passed it on to the nearest woman, and bade her 'take hold of that. As we came out the Bottle was passed to the ferocious joker, and they all sat down as before, including Antonio and the guitar.
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