" Which was literally the truth. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way,
At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay;
I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl,
And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul!
Whatever may hap,
I'll taste of the tap,
To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. ”
The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded
her that he was in a similar predicament. “I ought to have done. ‘You wish to tell me something? Parbleu, I have
nearly forgot once more. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off
on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. ‘Housebreaking, Hilary? I take the matter of housebreaking
very seriously, I’ll have you know. and those two beggars
laughing as they breasted death! Girl, you've gone and done it!"
He leaned down and caught her by the hand, and then raced with her to the
bungalow. Of what was she
thinking? She must rescue herself. These sham ideals and
advanced notions. " And he struck up the
following ballad:—
SAINT GILES'S BOWL. Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of
tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. Though," said the thieftaker, with a complacent smile, "all the world seems to tremble at it.
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