But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. The militiaman at once thrust the old man between the shoulder blades, pushing him into the kitchen. 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 renewed his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety, if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. This lady is my wife, and I have a right to be here. But he might have broken out of prison, and yet not got over the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell. Sheppard. ” And she knew that she was safe. “I will not be drawn into a conversation with Mr. ’ ‘Precisely. Besides, I'm afraid her simple honesty will spoil any invented yarn. “I’d have to sneak out after everyone was asleep. "I knew that would bring him to," thought Wild. “You told me that your name was Meysey Hill. ’ ‘For God’s sake, don’t accuse her of murder,’ begged Gerald, retrieving the lady’s hat and handing it to her, ‘or she’ll be challenging me to a duel again.
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