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I waited until he was asleep and
then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old
rope he had in the shed. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. But he knew. ‘What?’
‘Nothing,’ snapped Roding, with an odd look at his bride to be that Gerald
could not interpret. He realized that he was
committed to the path across the fields, an uninteresting walk at the best of
times. They’re just all men, and no one is
safe from scandal. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
For a can of ale calms,
A highwayman's qualms,
And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms
And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
"Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle.
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