Now she's no lodging money for her rooms, and her lodgers be both in Newgate; least ways, one of un." "Ah now, 'tis a pity for Mary Cullen, she do need the money so much--" "Shut ye all your mouths, the lot o' you," cried Mary Cullen herself, appearing at the door.

"'Tis not she is needing the little money, for she has it right here in the corner of her apron.

Every stiver Mary Cullen's young men said they'd pay they paid, like the gentlemen they were.

I'll warrant the raggle of ye would do well to make out fine as Mary Cullen hath." "Oh now, is that true, Mary Cullen ?" said a voice.

"'Twas said that these two were noble folk come here for the sport of it." "What else but true?
Do you never know the look of gentry?
My fakes, I'll warrant the young gentleman is back within a fortnight.