“Your sister’s future
is at stake. ” She said to him. Mind you don't stir till supper's over. Time after time he sent Spurlock into
this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous
boot could reach the mark. Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of
the house. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich
to the stall as to command all that it had to offer. 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. Fired with wrath, Spurlock recounted the Canton episode.
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