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. “Uh, can you get me a soda or something?” She said,
shielding her exposed teeth with her hand. XII
JACK SHEPPARD A Romance
BY W. ”
“DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice. “You do look really
nice. Good heavens! She was discussing love-making. That there gatekeeper would’ve
called them out again.
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