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She drank her glass of wine, however, and clanked glasses good-naturedly with Mr. 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. ” He looked at her thoughtfully. She began to draw on her gloves thoughtfully. ” She said dryly. "Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. But behind these things which you have said to me there must be others of which I know nothing. ‘What a catalogue.
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