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. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. Not that there had ever been any hope of that. He is the one who has said that she must go to the convent. But though he visited Sir Rowland Trenchard's seat, Ashton Hall, he could gain no tidings of him, or of his uncle, Sir Rowland, who, it seems, has left the country. Only a son’s another story. By Jove! When I think of it I want to leap and shout!” “It would astonish that man with the barrow. " "Where—where?" cried Thames.
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