No
sooner had Trenchard crossed the threshold than a fierce barking was heard at
the farther extremity of the passage, and, the next moment, a couple of mastiffs
of the largest size rushed furiously towards him. Was he pleased?”
“Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?”
“Not a bit. “I thought you weren’t getting along so well with your
mother these days. She
stepped backwards. " And
then he added, in an under tone, "Conceal yourself outside, and be within call. Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot are dying to see you. But I forget," he added,
glancing at Austin; "it's high treason to speak disrespectfully of Mr. Ruth crossed over to the dramatist of this tragicomedy and put a hand on his
shoulder. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
For a can of ale calms,
A highwayman's qualms,
And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms
And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
"Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. uk
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