"
"Never fear," replied Ben, gravely; "dead or alive I'll pay you, if I lose. Then the girl was heading past the inn and Roding marched down to
confront her. “I will not intrude upon you further. I don’t mind it. ‘You keep a-hold of him,’ Trodger ordered his men. For a few minutes all was silent. Oh! Jack, Jack, you've much to answer for!"
"I have, indeed," replied Sheppard, in a tone of contrition. A crisis of some
kind was toward. 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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