There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth, OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth: There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up, And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup! For a can of ale calms, A highwayman's qualms, And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! "Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. . Wood's charms equalled your description. " "A very sufficient reason," answered the jailer. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. "I'm a detective; my ears and eyes have been trained to absorb all I see and all I hear. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable.
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