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Real Life In London, Volumes I. and II.

CHAPTER XI
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Prognostications as to how and where it began, how it would end, and the property that would be consumed, were to be met at every corner--Snuffy Tabbies, and Boosy Kids, some giving way to jocularity, and others indulging in lamentations.
"Hot, hot, hot, all hot," said a Black man, as he pushed in and out among the crowd; with "Hoot awa', the de'il tak your soul, mon, don't you think we are all hot eneugh ?--gin ye bring more hot here I'll crack your croon--I've been roasting alive for the last half hoor, an' want to be ganging, but I can't get out." "Hot, hot, hot, all hot, Ladies and Gentlemen," said the dingy dealer in delicacies, and almost as soon disappeared among the crowd, where he found better opportunities for vending his rarities.
"Lumps of pudding," said Tom, jerking Tallyho by the arm, "what do you think of a slice?
here's accommodation for you--all hot, ready dress'd, and well done." "Egad!" said Bob, "I think we shall be well done ourselves presently." "Keep your hands out of my pockets, you lousy beggar," 1 Scamps--Highwaymen.
2 Pads--Foot-pads.
3 Divers--Pickpockets.
4 The Lay--Upon the look-out for opportunities for the exercise of their profession.
5 Flash Molishers--a term given to low Prostitutes.
~150~~said a tall man standing near them, "or b---- me if I don't mill you." "You mill me, vhy you don't know how to go about it, Mr.Bully Brag, and I doesn't care half a farden for you--you go for to say as how I--" "Take that, then," said the other, and gave him a floorer; but he was prevented from falling by those around him.
The salute was returned in good earnest, and a random sort of fight ensued.

The accompaniments of this exhibition were the shrieks of the women, and the shouts of the partisans of each of the Bruisers--the cries of "Go it, little one--stick to it--tip it him--sarve him out--ring, ring--give 'em room--foul, foul--fair, fair," &c." At this moment the Firemen, who had been actively engaged in endeavours to subdue the devouring flames, obtained a supply of water: the engines were set to work, and the Foreman directed the pipe so as to throw the water completely into the mob which had collected round them.

This had the desired effect of putting an end to the squabble, and dispersing a large portion of the multitude, at least to some distance, so as to leave good and sufficient room for their operations.
"The Devil take it," cried Sparkle, "I am drench'd." "Ditto repeated," said Tom.
"Curse the fellow," cried Bob, "I am sopp'd." "Never mind," continued Tom,.

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