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“Nigel, don’t you understand. “I had thought to go on to Kandersteg,” said Capes, “but this is a pleasant place. 3. 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. "I am happy—quite happy now. But I do hope, Vee, I do hope—this is the end of these adventures. Jack, however, had an expedient for mastering this difficulty. CHAPTER XXIII Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. Only an undermaid I was then. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. Ah! what's that?" he exclaimed, as some one brushed hastily past him. "Harkye, Sir," rejoined Darrell; "one word before I move. “No, John, you won’t understand.
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