Prudence shook her head. " "If you will not take me, I'll find some guide who will. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. A robbery has been committed, and your master suspects this lad as an accessory to the offence. I'd go for it.
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