"Ah, anythin' fer you, Nance! the Dodger replies cheerfully. He takes the glass, raising it in the toast before drinking half of it down in one go.

"Ah, cold ain't nothin' compared to what we'd get if he found out we'd let Nance out on her own," he said without much thought to it. Nancy was home and safe now, and the drink was surprisingly nice. He preferred gin, maybe beer, but this stuff weren't half bad.