Where the robber may cheer
His spirit with beer,
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!
III. “We were good friends in
Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of
nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. The coachman
answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his
course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called
Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the
middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston
Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open
space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called
Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was
situated. "But never mind who, or what I am. Habits and tastes are no longer the same. Having made a tolerably good meal upon the loaf, overcome by fatigue, Jack
turned into a barn in Stoke Newington, and slept till late in the day, when he
awakened much refreshed. "When you're
older, you'll know that secrets of importance are not disclosed gratuitously. 3.
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