The wretch
you confide in has sworn to hang you. Do not waste time in vain
regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her last injunctions. 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. All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be
laid away. "Then I presume you've not been arrested?"
"I have not," answered Wood firmly. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. END OF THE FIRST EPOCH. ”
He sighed. Here
we are.
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