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. Challenge accepted. The continuity was frequently broken in upon by diversory suppositions. The jolly part of it was that for the first time in her life so far as London was concerned, she was not going anywhere in particular; for the first time in her life it seemed to her she was taking London in. A Hand that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. “Too greasy for me. Gold-handled, too. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy.
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