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They say the devil strangled her." "Pooh! You speak of Mr. J . Is he the owner of the house?" "Yes." "Where does he live?" "In G Street, No. ." "What is he? In any business?" "No, sir, nothing particular; a single gentleman." I gave the pot-boy the gratuity earned by his liberal information, and proceeded to Mr. J , in G Street, which was close by the street that boasted the haunted house.

Where's Coupeau?" inquired the hatter, looking about. "Have you, then, lost Coupeau?" "Oh! long ago, since yesterday," replied the other. "There was a bit of a free-for-all on leaving mother Baquet's. I don't care for fisticuffs. We had a row, you know, with mother Baquet's pot-boy, because he wanted to make us pay for a quart twice over. Then I left. I went and had a bit of a snooze."

They say the devil strangled her." "Pooh! you speak of Mr. J . Is he the owner of the house?" "Yes." "Where does he live?" "In G Street, No. ." "What is he? in any business?" "No, sir nothing particular; a single gentleman." I gave the pot-boy the gratuity earned by his liberal information, and proceeded to Mr. J , in G Street, which was close by the street that boasted the haunted house.

"A pox upon thee!" growled the thirsty man. "On thee and thy mistress, too!" Muttering and shaking his head, the ponderous guest stretched forth his legs, closed his eyes, and composed himself for a nap. The drawer tipped a wink to the grinning pot-boy on the cask, and then bustled over to Droop's table, which he proceeded to wipe vigorously with his apron. "Did you call, sir?" he said.

The pot-boy attached to the Princess's Arms had come out with a can and trickled water, in a flowering pattern, all over Princess's Place, and it gave the weedy ground a fresh scent quite a growing scent, Miss Tox said.

When the black-clothed form of Gabriel vanished, Mr Mosk handed over the business of the bar to an active pot-boy, and conducted his daughter back to the little parlour. Bell saw from his lowering brow that her father was suspicious of her lengthened interview with the curate, and was bent upon causing trouble.

And the female domestics two robust sisters, with staring black eyes, shining flat red faces, blunt noses, and strong black curls, like dolls interchanged the sentiment that Missis had had her hair combed the wrong way by somebody. And the pot-boy afterwards remarked, that he hadn't been 'so rattled to bed', since his late mother had systematically accelerated his retirement to rest with a poker.

By this time the pot-boy of the Sol's Arms appearing with her supper-pint well frothed, Mrs. Piper accepts that tankard and retires indoors, first giving a fair good night to Mrs. Perkins, who has had her own pint in her hand ever since it was fetched from the same hostelry by young Perkins before he was sent to bed.

All wished Miss Abbey good-night and Miss Abbey wished good-night to all, except Riderhood. The sapient pot-boy, looking on officially, then had the conviction borne in upon his soul, that the man was evermore outcast and excommunicate from the Six Jolly Fellowship Porters.

He knocked apples off a stall, and heard vehement hallooing behind: he came into collision with a gentleman of middle age courting digestion as he walked from his trusty dinner at home to his rubber at the Club: finally he rushed full tilt against a pot-boy who was bringing all his pots broadside to the flow of the street.