She wasgoing to the butcher's, she told me, on purpose to order in some meat onWednesday, and she has got three couple of ducks just fit to be killed.
If any bagman of that day couldhave caught sight of the little neck-or-nothing sort of gig, with aclay-coloured body and red wheels, and the vixenish, ill tempered,fast-going bay mare, that looked like a cross between a butcher's horseand a twopenny post-office pony, he would have known at once, that thistraveller could have been no other than Tom Smart, of the great house ofBilson and Slum, Cateaton Street, City.
"That I'll never be a party to the combinationo' the butchers, to keep up the price o' meat," says he.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) 'One of 'em's a parson,' said Mr. Roker, filling up a little piece ofpaper as he spoke; 'another's a butcher.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) 'A butcher,' repeated Mr. Roker, giving the nib of his pen a tap on thedesk to cure it of a disinclination to mark.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) 'I suppose this can be managed somehow,' said the butcher, aftera pretty long silence.
What will you take to be paid out?' said the butcher.
The great body of the prison population appeared to be Mivins, andSmangle, and the parson, and the butcher, and the leg, over and over,and over again.