Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes, and cider, and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!' 'All right, naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men, that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night ?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and, turning their heads, they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand.
'Time o' night, 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em.

Show a light, and let us in, William Worm.' 'Oh, that you, Robert Lickpan ?' 'Nobody else, William Worm.' 'And is the visiting man a-come ?' 'Yes,' said the stranger.

'Is Mr.Swancourt at home ?' 'That 'a is, sir.

And would ye mind coming round by the back way?
The front door is got stuck wi' the wet, as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en.

I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making, sir; but I can show the way in, sir.' The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall, and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen, along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance, an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry.