The familiar and on that account no less contemptible eternity of identically dingy backstreets. Southville grudgingly coughed up Bedminster, beyond which they passed through the same sunless hinterland and then - rilly, the indignity of it! - faced the necessity of ascending the same accurséd gradient all the way up - up! - the side of Victoria Park, and hobbling down the other side again. —
Victoria Park
And now, as they waited, Lord Snatch vented a profound sigh. —
Lord Snatch
“Of course,” said vey sombrely Onanisticles the Scagsmith, “it would be anathema to suggest otherwise. An article of faith, surely.” —
Onanisticles the scagsmith
“Oh don’t talk such utter tommyrot,” snapped Lord Snatch, before continuing in a somewhat more emollient vein, “now that I do as it were hold an opticon up against my soul, I find my thoughts at last tending homewards. D’ye know,” he added, referring presumably to that fragrant icon of womanhood Lady Kelly Snatch, “I almost miss the old boot. Indeed, I confess m’self positively overwhelmed by the ancestral pull of … er … Squattocrat Heights. One last half-decent hit orff this enema cove, and I shall bend my steps unto the beloved hearth.” —
Squattocrat Heights
There arrived, interrupting their prognostications, as though from the further reaches of an immensely long flagstoned corridor, an unedifying din: the echo of footsteps, the despairing groans of prisoners, the clangour of huge rusty Gothic claves being thrust into locks and turned by calloused hands of brutish turnkeys. Protesting hinges. Suddenly Illingworth stood before them. Blinking, frightened, suburban. Oz, and thereof the Wizard. —
Mr Illingworth
His hand fumbled in his jacket pocket, then emerged. The knuckleduster shone drably in the greying light, a mere adornment now; not vey nice all the same. Whatever the pudgy fist enclosed hastily passed to His Lordship, the latter being heard to mutter somewhat ungraciously as he dropped his trousers, —
knuckleduster
“Unorf’rise’ Em’ma Squad,” quoth he, “Sergeant Drew. Fink you knows why we is ear.” —
Sergeant Drew
“Copper bottom,” replied Onanisticles the Scagsmith, adding by way of elaboration, “black sheep of the family I grant you, entitled nonetheless to avail himself of the plenary protections afforded him under the provisions of the Codex Occultatum Optimatium” —
Codex Occultatum Optimatium
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