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Those were dreams. " "You hear that," whispered Jack. Well, one must hope, that was all. This is not what I want. Where the robber may cheer His spirit with beer, 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! III.
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