She
did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours
she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of
unconditional admission of defeat. Even our coarseness. Something to tell you. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking
the back rooms. I’ve got too much work. After all, she was a consummate actress. 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.
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