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\"Yes, she may stay for dinner if it is all right with her
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parents. You
women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers. Spurlock. The only mercy you can show me is to
kill me. Where is he?"
"Here," answered Jack. 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. Why not? Were not his own sentiments inclined in favour of the
patient? But fifty gold was fifty gold.
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