"O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. E. 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. The other bona roba, known amongst her companions as Mistress Poll Maggot, was a beauty on a much larger scale,—in fact, a perfect Amazon. "The gentleman under the table," she answered. I'll forgive him if he does. Sheppard; "most fortunate for me. Tomorrow you will feel like a freed woman. ’ ‘Take care,’ warned Hilary, his eyes on his improvised bandage.
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