Ennison looked down on him in disgust. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the
crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going
back into the Avenue again. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the
face. "You've arrived sooner than I expected, Sir Rowland," observed the thief-taker. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth,
and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof
knew it. By many a highwayman many a draught
Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft,
Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,
And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown.
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