Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. 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. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel.
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