He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his
character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along
the slippery ploughed land. Wood, at the top of her voice. She
charged boldly into the space of Miss Miniver’s rhetorical pause. In the first
place, it will be damnably dull. 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.
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