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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. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. ”
“It’s very good to be alive. She could not analyse what was stirring in her: the thought
of losing the doll, the dog, and the cat. Jack's mouth was coarse and large; Darrell's small and
exquisitely carved, with the short, proud upper lip, which belongs to the highest
order of beauty. "I'm only a benighted fool; and having said that,
I have said everything.
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