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‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. You can
enjoy him and then drink him up. ‘That’s a loud one. ” She implored him. There was no other door
in it, and Jack therefore struck into another entry which branched off to the right. While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack drew
back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting—as if in
contempt of the general uproar—the following strain:—
With pipe and punch upon the board,
And smiling nymphs around us;
No tavern could more mirth afford
Than old Saint Giles's round-house!
The round-house! the round-house!
The jolly—jolly round-house!
"The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar yielded to his
efforts. Marry, come up! I'm not so easily
deluded.
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