"Zip-bang-gasoline-smoke! and I was fished out, laid tenderly on the back seat and rushed to a druggery."
"He took me into his druggery, unwrapped the bandage, and examined my wound."
"At the sign of the "Three Martyrs" Mr. Levy is seen, in his fashionable coat, and a massive chain falling over his tight waistcoat, registering the names of his grotesque customers, ticketing their little packages, and advancing each a shilling or two, which they will soon spend at the opposite druggery."