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Of course, I don't believe she's what you would call flush. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. “For luck. Nothing else so quickly establishes the condition of comradeship as the sharing of a laughable incident. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. 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. I will dedicate my books to you. ‘You are, I think, a gentleman, no?’ Gerald bowed.
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