He smiled complacently. " "You will never become that, Ruth. 1. He was painfully in earnest, too. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it. 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. It would be easy enough for me to write an eloquent letter about something else. “Oh, I know you would stop me if you could.
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