’
‘Indeed? Interesting. Yeah, I’m thirty-seven. The Pursuit. 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. If only to say goodbye. ” He said. ”
He made a step toward her. You came to me, you wished me to speak to Anna. I know who hits
hardest. Eh? Banging against the old rollers—that'll put some
life into us both. "
"I'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending
her hand to him.
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