Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of
your voice makes me drowsy. Her hand came up and she laced her
fingers with his. Look at the cock’s
feathers, look at the competition there is everywhere, except among humans. ”
Sir John breathed a long deep sigh. You had better go to bed. D'ye hear. He was sipping a
glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. 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. ‘I trust you were not altogether
disgusted when I kissed you.
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