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” Courtlaw suddenly interposed. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. Down on your marrow-bones, sirrah! Confess your guilt, and Sir Rowland may yet save you from the gallows. “Think of that check you endorsed. He leaned forward to embrace her. “Isn’t the question more complicated than that?” said Ann Veronica. ” “Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. 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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