Going into Society

lands near the river's level, that lie about Deptford and the neighbouring market-gardens, a Grizzled Personage in velveteen, with a face so cut up by varieties of weather that he looked as if he had been tattooed,

There was no suspicion of such, he might rest ass

Come out of Society!” says I.
“I can’t. You don’t know what you’re talking about. When you have once gone into Society, you mustn’t come out of it.”