There was another phrase which sounded something like 'Gin in a blue-serge coat'. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. You mustn't go dressing up Tom, Dick, and Harry in Henry Esmond's ruffles. Except he was the only idiot who would stay.
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