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"How soon do you expect Mishter Vudd?" inquired the janizary, tauntingly. ‘Well,’ began Captain Roding, looking at Melusine, ‘you know those nuns of
yours took up Valade—I mean, Gosse—and put him to bed to mend his wound,
and I posted a guard outside his room so he couldn’t escape, for Gerald told you
all that. 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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