Hamilton House

“Like there be,” he affirmed, “’tis hin yonder batiment, known as ’Amilton ’Ouse. Like just hacross like the like road like.” And here indicating a nondescript office building, against which lounged a knot of ragged young gentlefolk, he added the proviso: “But like ’tis for like the like hanarchits like, not like vuckin’ veathered creeters like.”

The book fair proved to be happening in Hamilton House’s upper bowel or duodenum, this accessible only by a central staircase thronged with a multitude of ragged philanthropists, all pierced, inked and unwashed, and exuding the perfumes of controlled herbs and diverse fermented liquors. Manifesting some signs of dismay, the avian party halted.

…saying, he shuffled away, and crossed the road, dodging the seething traffic, and hobbled up the steps into Hamilton House and vanished.

…there was a shout and a whistle, and Solomon was to be seen gesticulating from the steps of Hamilton House. Bidding a somewhat peremptory farewell to the hominids slouching on Turbo Island, the two birds took wing and fluttered across to where Solomon sweated on his crutches.