But his glance roved, to the door through which Ruth had gone, to Enschede's drooping back. Mr. She looked at him gravely and squinted. 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. The stage manager came out from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. Sheppard, fervently.
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