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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. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. ” She whispered as she pulled his
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erection free of the elastic. " So saying, he raised a whistle to his lips, and
blew a loud call; and, as this was unanswered, another still louder. “In that laboratory one gets to disregard these passions,” began Capes.
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