” She
wondered how much history she could reinvent before
losing track of her own lies. Red velvet curtains
rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy
snap. 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. Professing to
stand between the robber and the robbed, he himself plundered both. "
In spite of her displeasure, Winifred could not help smiling at the absurdity of
this address. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. ‘Very. “Showtime!” Martin cried.
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