ZOUCHER. A slovenly fellow.
ZUCKE. A dilapidated prostitute.
SCENE IN
A LONDON FLASH-PANNY.
"Ho! there, my rum-bluffer; send me a nipperkin of white velvet."
"Make it two," said a woman, seating herself on a skinner's knee; "and if Jim don't post the cole, I will."
"Why, Bell, is it yourself? Tip us your daddle, my bene mort. May I dance at my death, and grin in a glass-case, if I didn't think you had been put to bed with a shovel—you've been so long away from the cock and hen club."
"No, Jim, I only piked into Deuceaville with a dimber-damber, who couldn't pad the hoof for a single darkman's without his bloss to keep him from getting pogy."