Chapter 27 In The Liverpool Docks

Yon is our quay!

Hark to the clamour in that miry road,

Bounded and narrowed by yon vessel's load;

The lumbering wealth she empties round the place,

Package and parcel, hogshead, chest, and case;

While the loud seamen and the angry hind,

Mingling in business, bellow to the wind.

CRABBE.

Mary staggered into the house. Mrs Jon