Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way,
At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay;
I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl,
And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul!
Whatever may hap,
I'll taste of the tap,
To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without
raising her head. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. It is not well
that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day. There was a hint of tears in her voice. ”
She had a moment of sheer panic at the thing she had done. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?"
He had answered: "I am. He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stopped suddenly before
her. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood
slack jawed. Something seemed awry.
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