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Lightheaded, she threw up in the courtyard of the Palazzo as servants crowded her in alarm. He was now as civil as he had just been insolent. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. The heroism of two beach combers had saved all on board and their own manhood as well. 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. That old chap has a remarkable range in reading. The woollen-draper looked at his watch.
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