An 18th-century vagabond in England exhausted and famished came to a roadside Inn with a sign reading: George and the Dragon He knocked The Innkeeper s wife stuck her head out a window Could ye spare some victuals? He asked The woman glanced at his shabby dirty clothes No she shouted Could I have a pint of ale? No she shouted Could I at least sleep in your stable? No she shouted again The vagabond said Might I please ? What now? the woman screeched not allowing him to finish D ye suppose he asked that I might have a word with George?
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