1. It plucked shingles from the school building,
threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting
teeth. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. Turning quickly round, in the hope of
discovering the thief, he was no less surprised than distressed—for in spite of his
faults, the woollen-draper was a good-natured fellow—to perceive Jack
Sheppard in custody. “Nothing can cheer me,” he
said, “except champagne. He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames.
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