"And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?"
"No," answered Quilt, sullenly. His pride, however, would not
suffer him to interfere with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself
to acknowledge that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to
remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she
travelled by night. "
"Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently. “I’m fine,” she said softly. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost,
into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. 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. “Oh, Lucy. ”
“May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. Who invented them?
Nobody knows. “Mine is a primitive and unstudied manner. “You can keep him at arm’s
length.
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