“And me. “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house
tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting. But, finding the cellar-door
open, concluded he had got out that way. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood;
And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood;
A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows,
Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows,
Might tipple strong beer,
Their spirits to cheer,
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!
II. And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the street
to the police-station. All the talk in the
world would not describe Ruth. She
had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an
illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish.
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