"I was about to add," continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no music except
the good old ballad tunes. The only mercy you can show me is to
kill me. Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold,
Rattled their chains in that dungeon old;
Of all that number there 'scaped not one
Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone. Shotbolt?" rejoined the executioner. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the
November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to
speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular
appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails,
and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the
apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. "And, may I be cursed if I ever did anything in my whole life which gave me so
much satisfaction.
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