“The cold wind seemed to blow colder there than outside the gate; and it made a shrill noise in howling in and out at the open sides of the brewery, like the noise of wind in the rigging of a ship at sea.More meals: The Toast:
She saw me looking at it, and she said, ‘You could drink without hurt all the strong beer that’s brewed there now, boy.
‘I should think I could, miss,’ said I, in a shy way.
‘Better not try to brew beer there now, or it would turn out sour, boy; don’t you think so?’
‘It looks like it, miss.'”