Clinking of glasses, rattling of dishes, trampling of feet, oaths and
laughter, and a confused din of coarse voices, mingling with boisterous
calls for oysters and drink, came, hardly deadened by the partition
walls, from the haunt below, and echoed through the corridors. Loud
enough within,--louder in the street without, where the oysters and
drink were reeling and roaring off to brutal dreams. People trying to
sleep here; a sick child up stairs. Listen! "_Two_ stew! _One_ roast!
_Four_ ale! Hurry 'em up! _Three_ stew! _In_ number six! _One_
fancy--_two_ roast! _One_ sling! Three brandy--_hot_! _Two_ stew!
_One_ whisk' _skin_! Hurry 'em up! _What_ yeh _'bout_! _Three_ brand'
punch--_hot_! _Four_ stew! _What_-ye-e-h 'BOUT! _Two_ gin-cock-t'il!
_One_ stew! Hu-r-r-y 'em up!" Clashing, rattling, cursing, swearing,
laughing, shouting, trampling, stumbling, driving, slamming of doors.
"Hu-r-ry 'em UP."
"Flanagan," said Dr. Renton, stopping at the first landing, "do you
have this noise every night?"
"Naise? Hoo! Divil a night, docther, but I'm wehked out ov me bed wid
'em, Sundays an' all.
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