“Would you wait for me?”
Manning was silent for a space. Gerald noted the lady’s eyes brighten as she caught sight of him making his
way through the throng towards her. Melusine circled her adversary only far enough to give herself the aisle
between the pews behind. 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. But the
free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him
sprawling into the yielding sand. Reaching the panel, she was able with the
aid of her lantern to find the lever at once.
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