), and the fat widow with the brandy-bottle, took their places inside--how the porter asked them all for money, and got sixpence from the gentleman and five greasy halfpence from the fat widow--and how the carriage at length drove away--now threading the dark lanes of Aldersgate, anon clattering by the Blue Cupola of St. Paul's, jingling rapidly by the strangers' entry of Fleet-Market, which, with Exeter 'Change, has now departed to the world of shadows--how they passed the White Bear in Piccadilly, and saw the dew rising up from the market-gardens of Knightsbridge--how Turnhamgreen, Brentwood, Bagshot, were passed--need not be told here. 
 a fat widow with a brandy-bottle. How the carriage at length drove away - threading the dark lanes of Aldersgate, clattering by St. Paul's and the White Bear at Piccadilly, until they saw the dew rising up from the market-gardens of Knightsbridge - need not be told.
