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             Gray's Inn Coffee-House 
              Also mentioned in David Copperfield. 
            The Jolly Sandboys Fictional. 
            The Valiant Soldier 
              Fictional. 
            The Wilderness Quilp's 
              favourite haunt, where he drinks Scheidam, a particularly fiery 
              version of gin. 
            Frustrated in his attempt to find out more of the 
              whereabouts of Nell and grandfather, Quilp suggests he and Swiveller 
              go to 'a house by the waterside where they have some of the noblest 
              Schiedam' [Schiedam = gin].  
             
              The landlord knows me. There's a little summer-house overlooking 
                the river, where we might take a glass of this delicious liqour 
                with a whiff of the best tobacco - it's in this case, and of the 
                rarest quality, to my certain knowledge - and be perfectly snug 
                and happy, could we possibly contrive it; or is there any very 
                particular engagement that peremptorily takes you another way, 
                Mr Swiveller, eh?'  
              ... 
              The summer-house of which Mr Quilp had spoken was a rugged wooden 
                box, rotten and bare to see, which overhung the river's mud, and 
                threatened to slide down into it. The tavern to which it belonged 
                was a crazy building, sapped and undermined by the rats, and only 
                upheld by great bars of wood which were reared against its walls, 
                and had propped it up so long that even they were decaying and 
                yielding with their load, and of a windy night might be heard 
                to creak and crack as if the whole fabric were about to come toppling 
                down. The house stood - if anything so old and feeble could be 
                said to stand - on a piece of waste ground, blighted with the 
                unwholesome smoke of factory chimneys, and echoing the clank of 
                iron wheels and rush of troubled water. Its internal accommodations 
                amply fulfilled the promise of the outside. The rooms were low 
                and damp, the clammy walls were pierced with chinks and holes, 
                the rotten floors had sunk from their level, the very beams started 
                from their places and warned the timid stranger from their neighbourhood. 
             
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