What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps
gone. ’
‘Alone, miss?’
‘Certainly alone. It’s no good. “Ohmigod, Katy, you fucking killed her!” A trio of
girls sniggered. . Blueskin answered by dashing his head violently against the flagged floor. "For ever!" said the thief-taker, preparing to follow. 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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