Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth, OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth: There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up, And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup! For a can of ale calms, A highwayman's qualms, And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! "Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. “There ought to be a Censorship of Books. What is there?” “Tristan. On the orders of Mr Jarvis, that were. Stanley pronounced, and seemed to hesitate whether he had not gone too far. Still, Katy Pfister is a grumpy whore who would open her legs for half the football team if given a chance.
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