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. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. " "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly. I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. S. "Your uncle must protect you. “I shall come back, if at all, a new man. Drawing the pay of life and then not living.
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