No work that
offered was at all of the quality she had vaguely postulated for herself. Maggot. I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. It
came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly
fantastic sort of dream. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a
prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. “Child! An Oracle is a woman who has had her womb
poisoned out of her, a eunuch. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood;
And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood;
A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows,
Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows,
Might tipple strong beer,
Their spirits to cheer,
And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
II. "
"A terrible dream, indeed," said Jonathan thoughtfully. He smiled.
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