James Greenwood, Low-Life Deeps — Chapter 2: A Fallen Star (1881)
“ Dealer had disarmed the "duchess" of her boots; had he not done so, of a certainty they would have been launched at the barmaid's head. He nudged in; and whispered rapidly:-"Now you can see her breed. That's blood, that is! Only look at her! Why she looks the gal behind the bar down as mere trash, old as she is. It's something, you know, for a chap like me to own a woman like that!"He, nevertheless, deemed it prudent to interpose, with a view to mitigating her ladyship's wrath; and this was easily effected by his volunteering once more to replenish the rum measure. ”
