It was bad luck to go to Canongate. ” “I borrowed it,” said Ann Veronica in a casual tone, with white despair in her heart. But Spurlock was ever on guard, even when she fussed over his hair. Would you mind drawing them back?” Ennison sprang up, but he never reached the curtains. On gaining a stack of chimneys at the back of the house, he came to a pause, and again unmasked his lantern. By many a highwayman many a draught Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft, Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down, And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown.
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