Bring something to eat and drink here.

I'm disgusted with humanity.' 'On what account ?' asked Mr Tappertit, who had been quenching his fiery face in a half-gallon can.

'Don't you consider this a good beginning, mister ?' 'Give me security that it an't a ending,' rejoined the hangman.

'When that soldier went down, we might have made London ours; but no;--we stand, and gape, and look on--the justice (I wish he had had a bullet in each eye, as he would have had, if we'd gone to work my way) says, "My lads, if you'll give me your word to disperse, I'll order off the military," our people sets up a hurrah, throws up the game with the winning cards in their hands, and skulks away like a pack of tame curs as they are.

Ah,' said the hangman, in a tone of deep disgust, 'it makes me blush for my feller creeturs.