The delay was only momentary. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little
entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. When they came to the round-house, Terry's courage failed him. Capes bore a face of infinite perplexity. Here were imprisoned the fines; and,
"perhaps," adds the before-cited authority, "if he behaved himself, an outlawed
person might creep in among them. I want to make you feel that here
is a place where the crowd does not clamor nor ill-winds blow. "Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've
got one of 'em!"
"Come along," cried Jack. Naturally you shout yourself
hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself. 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. "Affairs are not
normal in Canton at present. ‘But if you must fight so furiously,
I don’t see how I can promise not to do it again.
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