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Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. Please to release me. " "Of course—of course," returned Wood, hastily; "anything's better than that. He has always plenty of evidence in reserve. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. " "Bring him here,—let me see him—let me embrace him—let me be assured that he is safe, and I am yours. With all your cunning, we're more than a match for you. . \"I saw you walking down the street with someone, Lucy.
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