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bottle, with an inverted drinking-horn resting on the bung;
and having laughed very much at his own forethought, he set the stone bottle down, and sat himself on the top of it.
It was the only thing wanting to complete the mirth of the
party, and very merry they were. It was a fine moonlight night, cold, but healthy and fresh, and it passed pleasantly and quickly away. The day had broken before they reached Billingsgate - stairs; the stone-bottle was empty, the neighbour asleep, Grimaldi and the young lady buttoned up in the great-coat, and the wife and daughter very jocose and good-humoured.
Here they parted: the neighbour's family went home in a
hackney-eoach, and Grrimaldi, bidding them good-bye, walked away to Graceehurch-street, not forgetting to thank the young lady for her humanity and compassion.
He had occasion to call at a coach-office in Gbaceehureh-
street; but finding that it was not yet open (for it was very early), and not feeling at all fatigued by his journey, he deter- mined to walk about the city for a couple of hours or so, and then to return to the coach-office. By so doing, he would pass away the time till the office opened, gain an opportunity of looking about him in that part of London, to which he was quite a stranger, and avoid disturbing the family at home until a more seasonable hour. So he made up his mind to walk the two nonrs away, and turned back for that purpose. |
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