Lost from all protection, all her
family dead—as are mine. “They have just
taken this house from Lady Cellender. Jack
Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. Sorvelli caught me! In Fourth
Grade, I broke my arm because I tripped on a metal
doorway. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud
voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that
accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this
quarter. 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. Recovering himself quickly his instinct of self-defence was quicker
than his recollection of Anna’s presence.
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