Then she saw the bodies piled in the corner. He
took the first step toward the stairs, and met the restraining hand of McClintock. Old Bedlam. 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. ”
“I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our
lot.
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