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"I knew he would," replied the Amazon. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. 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. As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black. "I've proofs to the contrary," replied Jonathan. Wild will hang me. " "As you please," returned Jack, leaping up; "but I feel devilishly inclined to finish him.
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