I'll get back to London then, and trouble no one.

I'm in a business .-- Ah, me! It's slack, it's slack, and times is very bad!--but I can make a shift to live by it.' 'Do you eat opium ?' 'Smokes it,' she replies with difficulty, still racked by her cough.
'Give me three-and-sixpence, and I'll lay it out well, and get back.

If you don't give me three-and-sixpence, don't give me a brass farden.

And if you do give me three-and-sixpence, deary, I'll tell you something.' He counts the money from his pocket, and puts it in her hand.

She instantly clutches it tight, and rises to her feet with a croaking laugh of satisfaction.
'Bless ye! Hark'ee, dear genl'mn.