’
‘I imagine it must be a relief to you, after so lucky an escape. The shops were lighting up into
gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she
had lost her way. The
fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant
demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. 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. I might add that
in any case I should not touch Sir John’s.
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