So that it seemed to her the whole world had changed
—the very light of it had changed. A sense of loss was amongst us. ’
‘Alone, miss?’
‘Certainly alone. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood;
And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood;
A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows,
Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows,
Might tipple strong beer,
Their spirits to cheer,
And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear!
For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles
So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
II. You have friends, acquaintances, social standing,
brothers and sisters, every advantage! Instead of which, you want to go to some
mixed classes or other and cut up rabbits and dance about at nights in wild
costumes with casual art student friends and God knows who. ’
‘Useful certainly. “Aren’t we all just odds and ends of humanity
—the left-overs, you know. He might have supposed the fellow would be eager to be rid of the tale, for
that he might have longer to enjoy the amenities of the Triumphal Chariot where
the meeting had been appointed. "What did you do?" he asked, in a broken voice.
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