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There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. ‘Don’t dare address me by such a title. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. McClintock sent his yacht over for us this morning. 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. .
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