'You may say that.

Arter I run away from the carrier, and afore I took up with the vaginer, I had unfurnished lodgin's for a fortnight.' 'Unfurnished lodgings ?' said Mr.Pickwick.
'Yes--the dry arches of Waterloo Bridge.

Fine sleeping-place--vithin ten minutes' walk of all the public offices--only if there is any objection to it, it is that the sitivation's rayther too airy.

I see some queer sights there.' 'Ah, I suppose you did,' said Mr.Pickwick, with an air of considerable interest.
'Sights, sir,' resumed Mr.Weller, 'as 'ud penetrate your benevolent heart, and come out on the other side.

You don't see the reg'lar wagrants there; trust 'em, they knows better than that.