Selecting a small apple, he gave the old woman a penny; then, after looking at me scrutinizingly for a moment, he moved from the booth in the direction of Southwark.
"Do you know who that man is ?" said I to the old woman.
"No," said she, "except that he is one of my best customers: he frequently stops, takes an apple, and gives me a penny; his is the only piece of money I have taken this blessed day.

I don't know him, but he has once or twice sat down in the booth with two strange-looking men--Mulattos, or Lascars, I think they call them.".