You see that there winder and door ?' 'That's Tope's ?' 'Yer lie; it ain't.

That's Jarsper's.' 'Indeed ?' said Mr.Datchery, with a second look of some interest.
'Yes, and I ain't a-goin' no nearer 'IM, I tell yer.' 'Why not ?' ''Cos I ain't a-goin' to be lifted off my legs and 'ave my braces bust and be choked; not if I knows it, and not by 'Im.

Wait till I set a jolly good flint a-flyin' at the back o' 'is jolly old 'ed some day! Now look t'other side the harch; not the side where Jarsper's door is; t'other side.' 'I see.' 'A little way in, o' that side, there's a low door, down two steps.
That's Topeseses with 'is name on a hoval plate.' 'Good.

See here,' said Mr.Datchery, producing a shilling.

'You owe me half of this.' 'Yer lie! I don't owe yer nothing; I never seen yer.' 'I tell you you owe me half of this, because I have no sixpence in my pocket.