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. “Boys!” said Capes. " Jonathan made no answer, but snatching a torch from a bystander, jumped into the trench and commenced a diligent search. Yon must be mine to-night. At a little after five, on that day, four horses dashed round the corner of the Old Bailey, and drew up before the door of the Lodge. My heart cannot take it. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. " Sir Rowland looked bewildered with surprise. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. ” Michelle patted Lucy’s shoulder reassuringly. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. Smith's melody had subsided.
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