I sha'n't cry any more. We’re regarded as inflammable litter that mustn’t be left about. 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. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words.
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