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Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. But though the shot took effect, as was evident from the stains on the ground, the villain escaped. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed huskily. ’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms. She launched into a stuffy Partita 89 and played it too fast. 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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