LR 6.08.022 {p} ‘So much for up.’

6.08.018 ‘What’s all this,’ swords.
6.08.019 ‘Bill Ferny,’ said highway-robber.’
6.08.020 Bill Ferny flinched again.
6.08.021 ‘Neat work, Bill,’ pony.
6.08.022 ‘So much for up.’
6.08.023 ‘I am sorry, allowed.’
6.08.024 ‘What isn’t allowed?’
6.08.025 ‘Taking in folk Hob.
6.08.026 ‘What’s the matter harvest.’