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Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood;
And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood;
A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows,
Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows,
Might tipple strong beer,
Their spirits to cheer,
And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
II. The shouts drew nearer, and lights were seen flashing
ruddily against the sides and gables of the neighbouring houses. ”
The lights were lowered, and an attentive waiter hovered round Anna’s cloak. But something
instinctive prevented that, and with the finest resolve not to be “silly” and
prudish she found that whenever he became at all bold in this matter she became
severely scientific and impersonal, almost entomological indeed, in her method;
she killed every remark as he made it and pinned it out for examination. "Here's one of the thieves, Sir Rowland!" cried the attendant. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Your maid would not be of the least protection. "For the sake of the girl.
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