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Don't build your hopes too high; but I will do what I can. 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. That's the kind, my friend, that always fall soft. She loved to be there, taking part in it all, breathing it, being it. But I don't look for peace on this side the grave. However, not a moment is to be lost. "Crime upon crime.
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