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. ’ ‘Oh, don’t you?’ Gerald said grimly. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. ” They talked for a while in somewhat dreamy fashion, Anna especially being more silent than usual. The little matter of an accent may be misleading, I grant you, but —’ He was interrupted, and with impatience. ” Elizabeth, the parlormaid, kept coming in to hand vegetables whenever there seemed a chance of Ann Veronica asking for an interview. ’ ‘Not if you want one of good family, no,’ he agreed mildly. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. "Do not endanger yourself on my account," rejoined his mother.
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