‘Seems to me
like you know just about as much as me. But threats and entreaties—even promises were ineffectual; and
the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to
give up the point. ‘No, but I seen the light, sir. 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 two
hostlers, however, kept close at his heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag,
feared he could not hold much longer. If not, I have plenty to
think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke
from her own cigarette curl upwards.
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