" Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged a private room, where he remained till the afternoon absorbed in grief. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald said politely. 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. I wish to prevent a repetition of any such errand as I presume you have come here upon this evening. ” Lucy felt herself grow feverish inside. Manning as they talked. " "Indeed!" said Shotbolt. ’ ‘Ah yes. "To the world's end," answered Jack, darting after him. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it.
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