‘I can see why you lost your place, young Kimble. His tone changed, becoming a little more
moderate. “But I am at singing-pitch. "Oh!" she gasped. "
"He shall go through the whole course," replied Blueskin, with a ferocious grin,
"unless he comes down to the last grig. It’s all nonsense. Wild himself if I met him," retorted Jack. Stanley as they drew
alongside, to account for his own ruffled and heated expression. "
Mr. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way,
At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay;
I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl,
And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul!
Whatever may hap,
I'll taste of the tap,
To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. With a small saw, conveyed to me a few days since by Thames
Darrell, which I contrived to conceal upon my person, I removed a spike in the
hatch, and, with the aid of some other friends, worked my way out. Nor was he long in making it
available.
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