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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. ” Lucy
shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. It looked
very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. ” She gazed at him. "
"Jack," replied Thames, greatly moved, "I wish I could devise any means of
brightening your own dark prospects. God knows how you did it. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the
gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an
overwrought sort of way.
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