Brewis had told him the Valade
family had been victim to wholesale murder, and a twinge of compassion had
wrung even his deliberately hardened heart. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in
pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. 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. Water I need.
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