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You may go back, Marthe. But your role would have been to go about saying, ‘I beg your pardon’
in a reproving tone to things you understood quite well in your heart and saw no
harm in. 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. ”
“Maybe I should stay away. "
Further remonstrance, however, was cut short by the sudden entrance of Mrs. ”
“Where is your husband?” Anna asked. There were a few loose, broken fragments of rock to reckon
with upon the ledges, and one place where hands did as much work as toes. He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. But when she turned her thoughts to Morningside Park she perceived the
tangled skein of life was now to be further complicated by his romantic
importunity.
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