You stretch it." "That's in course.

I'm not going to tell you a lie, Mr Vavasor.

You know what's what as well as I do, and a sight better, I expect.
There's a dozen different ways of handling beer, Mr Vavasor.

But what's the use of that, when they can take four or five pounds a day over the counter for their rot-gut stuff at the 'Cadogan Arms,' and I can't do no better nor yet perhaps so well, for a real honest glass of beer.

Stretch it! It's my belief the more you poison their liquor, the more the people likes it!" Mr Grimes was a stout man, not very tall, with a mottled red face, and large protruding eyes.