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Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. It would have been a crisis anyhow, but it was complicated in Ann Veronica’s mind by the fact that a letter lay on the breakfast-table from Mr. Let me engage myself. She continued to fan herself. 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. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. “I wonder if they will seem altered,” she remarked for the third time. “Hainault, Celeste’s friend. ’ Then she whisked from the room, hearing Lucilla utter a delighted squeal as she closed the door behind her. It was a fetching gown that stretched tightly in a cream colored swath over her breasts and expanded to a full skirt with a petticoat. A shout was heard at a little distance, and, the next moment, a person rushed with breathless haste to the stair-head. "I'd lay down my life for yours. Let us search it. They returned to the castle, neither of them speaking.
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