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" "Thames," said Sheppard in a low voice, as he threw a vindictive glance at the carpenter, "I shan't forget this. Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. Yon must be mine to-night. “This,” he said, and then: “No! Is this sweeter? Very well. If he escapes at all, it must be before our faces. 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. “The smallest will do for me quite well. I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. .
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