You do not believe me. “What are you doing here? How dare you come to my
rooms!”
The man stepped into the middle of the room. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. The windows were
still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. "Bravo!" cried the thief-taker approvingly. On his arrival at Dollis Hill, Mr. Here, Jem,
take the gentleman's horse to the stable—see him dressed and fed directly. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. EPOCH THE THIRD. Suffer me to
precede you. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
For a can of ale calms,
A highwayman's qualms,
And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms
And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
"Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle.
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