…with extra pressure on my liver — a combination of tortures no one could endure. On and on I toiled, and one and all mocked me.”He! He! He!” laughed the garbage in the gutter, you’ve got a nice fourteen-stoner on you! She’ll walk you threadbare! “Jerusalem! You’re in for it! Sniggered drain -pipe. Do you know who’s wearing you?Why, Lot’s wife! She’s a Suffragette now, and when I tell you her feet move as fast as her tongue you know what’s in store for you. Talk about rods in pickle!’ and the drain -pipe went into a disgusting fit of laughter. ‘Won’t some one stop her?’ I panted. ‘Stop her!’ screamed a dirty cat’s tail I barely avoided treading on. ‘Stop her! Why, nothing will stop her, she’s got the latest improved turbine boiler! Take care she doesn’t go too fast, that’s all!’ Scarcely were the words uttered before I…