It's a little way up the street, away from the crowd of carridges." And off we turned TO THE RIGHT, and no mistake.
After marchin a little through the plash and mud, "Has anybody seen Coxy's fly ?" cries I, with the most innocent haxent in the world.
"Cox's fly!" hollows out one chap.

"Is it the vaggin you want ?" says another.

"I see the blackin wan pass," giggles out another gentlmn; and there was such a hinterchange of compliments as you never heerd.

I pass them over though, because some of 'em were not wery genteel.
"Law, miss," said I, "what shall I do?
My master will never forgive me; and I haven't a single sixpence to pay a coach." Miss Betsy was just going to call one when I said that; but the coachman wouldn't have it at that price, he said, and I knew very well that SHE hadn't four or five shillings to pay for a wehicle.

So, in the midst of that tarin rain, at midnight, we had to walk four miles, from Westminster Bridge to Pentonwille; and what was wuss, I DIDN'T HAPPEN TO KNOW THE WAY.