(The mush played me with a dui- sherro poshero.) "But dree the sala, when the mush welled to lel avree the jucko (for I'd nashered dovo ajaw), I felt wafrodearer than when I'd nashered saw the waver covvas.

An' my poor juva ruvved ajaw, for she had no chavo.

I had in those divvuses as kushti coppas an' heesus as any young Gipsy in Anglaterra--good chukkos, an' gads, an' pongdishlers.
"An' that mush kurried many a geero a'ter mandy, but he never lelled no bak.

He'd chore from his own dadas; but he mullered wafro adree East Kent." "Once when I was a young man, thirty years ago (now)--married about five years, but with no children--I went to the races at Brighton.

There was tossing halfpence for money, and I took part in the game, and at first (first time) I took a good bit--twelve or thirteen pounds.