’ Gerald tutted. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. 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. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. ” “Is it necessary to send for the police?” Anna asked.
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