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The latter took from his pocket a small note-book and pencil. What a heat that news had wrought. . A missing persons report was filed for Lucy within twenty-four hours of her disappearance. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. “You are my friend,” she said, “if any one is. 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.
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