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Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. And when she went to sleep, then always Capes became the novel and wonderful guest of her dreams. ‘I know what it means, numbskull! Didn’t spend years in the confounded country without picking up some of their infernal tongue. Then he relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. ” He chuckled, wincing at the thought. 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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