Here, where every element of her surroundings was tawdry and
commonplace, and before this young man of vulgar origin and appearance, it
was striking. "Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. "In with him!"
"Ay—ay, yer hon'r," cried the foremost chairman, lending a helping hand. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible
dimple peeped out. With an open hand, he slapped her face. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way,
At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay;
I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl,
And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul!
Whatever may hap,
I'll taste of the tap,
To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of St.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyMi4xODQuMTkgLSAyNi0wNi0yMDI0IDIyOjIwOjQ1IC0gMTM3ODgzMTU1OQ==
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 26-06-2024 03:37:12