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" At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. " Blueskin, meanwhile, having drained and replenished his glass, commenced chaunting a snatch of a ballad:— Once on a time, as I've heard tell. ‘Ah, non,’ exclaimed the husband. Something in his tone pinched her heart. Gerald’s breath caught. CHAPTER XXXII. “You are so inherently gallant, John, so pure of heart. And here you are!” Her aunt opened all the fingers of her gloved hand in a rhetorical gesture. ” Capes let his oar smack on the water. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. 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.
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