" "Oh, no,—no," replied Mrs. No more scuffling. ’ He opened the purse and extracted a couple of guineas. Where the robber may cheer His spirit with beer, 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! III. ’ ‘Ah, so that’s where Valade comes in,’ nodded Lucy. E. “I say, Vee. Were any thing to happen to him, Newgate wouldn't be what it is, nor Tyburn either.
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