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"I know it," replied Sheppard, "and therefore I spare your life. 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. Perhaps that was why Sheila began to observe
Lucy, because both of them were poignantly aware of
Lucy’s otherness. ’
‘Nonsense. ”
Capes had not quite the same power of recovery. There's a feather in your
cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before.
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