You've no business in this House; you belong in a gin-mill!'
He was in a gin-mill near the City Hall then, and I lost him some way.
Dick marvelled at the change in his partner, but he was shrewd enough to see that it brought grist to the gin-mill.
Soon I saw him go into the gin-mill, the crowd following him, and the noise of voices grew louder.
I got him into a gin-mill, ...