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. "Thames, I entreat—"
"Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might
lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of
drink. Having worked thus for another quarter of an hour without being sensible of
fatigue, though he was half stifled by the clouds of dust which his exertions
raised, he had made a hole about three feet wide, and six high, and uncovered the
iron bar. He was, in fact, quite eager to go on
living. He
did make her perceive something of the acute, tormenting desire for her that had
arisen in him and possessed him. —"Stay! something occurs to me. " And he struck up the
following ballad:—
SAINT GILES'S BOWL.
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