He turned the water off and handed her a towel. "I half suspect this is a highwayman," thought the Jew; "he's so ready with his
cash. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went
out. Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixed upon
the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarked more
leisurely. 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. "But, I half suspect, of your
father. "Till then, I shall remain content," returned Wild. He brought another small loaf, and a can with
which he replenished the pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would
get nothing further till morning.
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