The Chimes by Charles Dickens
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phrase, isn't it? ha! ha! ha!--and I intend to Put it Down.
There's a certain amount of cant in vogue about Starvation, and I mean to Put it Down. That's all! Lord bless you,' said the Alderman, turning to his friends again, 'you may Put Down anything among this sort of people, if you only know the way to set about it.' Trotty took Meg's hand and drew it through his arm. He didn't seem to know what he was doing though. 'Your daughter, eh?' said the Alderman, chucking her familiarly under the chin. Always affable with the working classes, Alderman Cute! Knew what pleased them! Not a bit of pride! 'Where's her mother?' asked that worthy gentleman. 'Dead,' said Toby. 'Her mother got up linen; and was called to Heaven when She was born.' 'Not to get up linen THERE, I suppose,' remarked the Alderman pleasantly Toby might or might not have been able to separate his wife in Heaven from her old pursuits. But query: If Mrs. Alderman Cute had gone to Heaven, would Mr. Alderman Cute have pictured her as holding any state or station there? 'And you're making love to her, are you?' said Cute to the young |
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