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“What a little brick!” he murmured. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. Lucy marveled at the billiards table and the sauna. ’ ‘I don’t, as a matter of fact,’ Gerald said decidedly, a frown creasing his brow. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. Well, I was all for dragging in Bow Street there and then, and getting the pair of those fraudsters thrown in gaol. Wood, the carpenter, who formerly resided here, is still living?" "If you feel any anxiety on his account, Sir, I'm happy to be able to relieve it," answered Kneebone, readily. Amidst it all, however, there were several light-hearted and laughing groups walking from cell to cell to whom all this misery appeared matter of amusement. " "What right have you to suppose this, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, sternly. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood; A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! II.
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