Nor had Jack been idle all this time. Master and missis have
been talking all day long about Jack Sheppard, and I'm dying to read his life. Gives you a right to hang on to the old man until he busts—practically. To have the
present lengthen into years! But in a few hours she would be upon her way, far
lonelier than she had ever been. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack drew
back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting—as if in
contempt of the general uproar—the following strain:—
With pipe and punch upon the board,
And smiling nymphs around us;
No tavern could more mirth afford
Than old Saint Giles's round-house!
The round-house! the round-house!
The jolly—jolly round-house!
"The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar yielded to his
efforts.
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