When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she
blamed herself at first. 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. "May I ask whether you made any further inquiries into the mysterious affair
about which we were speaking just now?" observed Jackson, turning to the
carpenter. "
"If you're in earnest," rejoined Blueskin, "give me that bag of gold. ’
Gerald raised his brows. Unobserved, she knelt and kissed the threshold: for she knew what kisses were
now. "No, Rollo; not this afternoon. He heard me;
but he never came in to ask what was the matter. "Proclaim a public fight. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the
throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. “I was watching you at Morningside Park, dear,” said Miss Miniver. To return. Anyhow, there it is: YOU
ARE NOT GOING THERE.
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