The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 319: what you’re looking at

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would, and perhaps as your old head is getting better, you wouldn’t mind a pint of beer, old gentleman?” “You atrocious villain,” yelled Todd, “I’ll cut your throat. I’ll polish you off, ?’1I—I’l1l—would you like to be shaved?” “T’ve had a scrape already,” said Crotchet, “and if you won’t stand the beer, why you won’t, and there’s no bones broke arter all. Good morning, old Grampus. Good morning my little chap, I wishes you good luck; and if I am passing again, I don’t mind lending you a helping hand, though the governor is about one o’ the ugliest, nastiest tempered brutes, I ever came near in all my life.” Crotchet went away whistling with great composure. Q9OOOOGOOO CORniclooo S CO)