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At any rate, he began to deliberately personate him. 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. "Sold again!" "If you don't get back quickly, Lucy," observed a bystander, "Jack Sheppard will be in the house before you. ’ He closed the panel and came slowly out of the little dressing-room, Roding at his heels. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. Having no more patience, I drew you aside to give you a compliment on your radiant beauty.
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