'You makes me blush, an' blow me if blushin' ain't bin an' made
_t'other_ eye dry. I lives in Primrose Court, Great Queen Street, an'
my reg'lar perfession is a-sellin' coffee "so airly in the mornin',"
and I've got a darter as ain't quite so 'ansom as me, bein' the moral
of her father.'
And now in my vision I perceived that Nin-ki-gal's face was that of
the old woman I had seen in Cyril's studio, and that she was dressed
in the same fantastic in which Cyril had bedizened her.