"Sir, it's truth.

His flour is half bone-dust, and his 'taturs is watery.

His sugar is sand, and his tea is leaves dried over again, while his eggs is rotten, and his coals is flint." "Allowing that, it is no good reason for your smashing his windows," said Lionel.

"It is utterly impossible that that can be tolerated." "Why do he palm his bad things off upon us, then ?" retorted the crowd.
"He makes us pay half as much again as we do in the other shops; and when we gets them home, we can't eat 'em.

Sir, you be Mr.Verner now; you ought to see as we be protected." "I am Mr.Verner; but I have no power.