Aray thy selfe in her most gorgeous geare

He could not miſſe't.

It's the injustice... he is so unjust— whiskey-blind, swaggering home at five.

But the time wearing late, and Tammie Bodkin having brought ben the shop-key, after putting on the window-shutters, Nanse and I, out of goodfellowship, thought we could not do less than ask the honest man, whose cleverality had diverted us so much, to sit still and take a chack of supper;