Now and then a woman shit down the grating, we used to watch the turds squeeze out with a fart or two, with great amusement. I lost all prudence, whispered to Henry; and together we stood looking, till they moved away. Suddenly one cried “f-fi-fir-first”, as some drops of gruelly fluid flew across the room, and the frigger sunk back in the chair. I cannot tell, for they were partly in recesses in the wall which enabled people to get more hidden. We rubbed the glass and looked up. I had a friend who like me was intended for the Army, his father was a gun manufacturer. The bars were wide apart, and I suppose the regulars did not like that, yet they often used the gratings for pissing down. My sincere apologies to the author of the Novel and readers for editing, or modifying the underage content, if any, to make it suitable for publishing in Modern times.
