Pelham — Volume 04 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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CHAPTER LI. I hate a drunken rogue. --Twelfth Night. We took an affectionate leave of Mr. Gordon, and found ourselves once more in the open air; the smoke and the purl had contributed greatly to the continuance of our inebriety, and we were as much averse to bed as ever. We conveyed ourselves, laughing and rioting all the way, to a stand of hackney-coaches. We entered the head of the flock, and drove to Piccadilly. It set us down at the corner of the Haymarket. "Past two!" cried the watchman, as we sauntered by him. "You lie, you rascal," said I, "you have passed three now." We were all merry enough to laugh at this sally; and seeing a light gleam from the entrance of the Royal Saloon, we knocked at the door, and it was opened unto us. We sat down at the only spare table in the place, and looked round at the smug and varment citizens with whom the room was filled. "Hollo, waiter!" cried Tringle, "some red wine negus--I know not why it is, but the devil himself could never cure me of thirst. Wine and I have a most chemical attraction for each other. You know that we always |
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