These realizations rushed into Ann Veronica’s mind and
hardened her heart against him. "I declare I'm all in a cold sweat. No further
responsibility whatever. 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. Not a breath was drawn. “Perhaps for me,” she added,
with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. Covered
with houses, from one end to the other, this reverend and picturesque structure
presented the appearance of a street across the Thames.
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