Lucy looked at the stains on
the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed
to her core. . ’ Your name alone
would fill any music hall in London. But I liked to say it. While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack drew
back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting—as if in
contempt of the general uproar—the following strain:—
With pipe and punch upon the board,
And smiling nymphs around us;
No tavern could more mirth afford
Than old Saint Giles's round-house!
The round-house! the round-house!
The jolly—jolly round-house!
"The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar yielded to his
efforts. He resented being regarded
as irregular. I suppose I believe in God. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is
blessed with children, she doesn't mind. Goodbye.
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