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. He was in a curious state of desperation. Sooner or later we’ll certainly do something to clean those prisons you told me about—limewash the underside of life. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. Ramage. What's that short for, Lucille?\" \"It is short for Lucia. "Not a syllable," replied Wild.
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