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Martha frowned. . She was in a very uncritical state that afternoon. 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. For
a long time neither spoke again. Perhaps, after all, the others were right. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to
which it had reduced his mother. "Go on first with the light," he said. "
"That's frank enough," the doctor admitted astonishedly. I
dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. "Put your arms about
me. ”
“Sure thing, kid.
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