"The sailor, who scarcely seemed to be a Dublin resident, turned to one of the jarvies with the request:
— You don't happen to have such a thing as a spare chaw about you?
The jarvey addressed as it happened had not but the keeper took a die of plug from his good jacket hanging on a nail and the desired object was passed from hand to hand.
— Thank you, the sailor said.
He deposited the quid in his gob and, chewing and with some slow stammers, proceeded:" (U16.443)