The Grinder Papers — page 242: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 237 ‘We'll let you out soon enough, my man.” - Then he got behind the hall table. bP ‘Du yer duty, perlice,” sez he. And the perlice unlocked the pantry. Out he pulls the young man, as red as fire, fur it was a most air-tight in the pantry, with his portfolio under his arm. ‘‘Well,” sez one, ‘‘you’re a pretty fellow, ain't your” Sez the other, ‘‘Don’t make no attempt at resistance, young man, its useless.” The burgular puffs and pants, and after awhile he gets his breath, and sez he: ‘‘What du you take me fur? Is this here a free country, or is a man tu be molested in the discharge o’ his duty?” ‘“No humbug,’ sez the perlice. ‘‘Come, now, march.” _ Sezthe youngman, ‘‘Not until I know what I’m arrested fur.” Sez the perlice, ‘‘Fur bein’ in a gentleman’s pantry.” ‘‘T wasn’t there o' my own free will,” sez the young man. ‘“That old critter poked me in and locked me up,” “‘T glory in it,” sezI, ‘‘Z did,” ‘‘Well,” sez he, ‘‘unless you're crazy I’d like to know what you meant.” bP | ‘‘T meant this here,” sez I, ‘‘I’m from Peekskill, but I've got tu know what York is, It’s the awfulest place on airth, and when you came a questionin’ me about watches and silver, I wasn t so green as tu let you hev ’em and sheer off. I knowed you was a burgular from the minute I sot eyes on you.” ‘© A what?” sez he, m Comicbooks