"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. 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. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Mr. He grunted, and his grip gave. "Never give in. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table. To receive him here afterwards would be most repugnant to me. . Meantime, O'Higgins wended his way to the Victoria, mulling over this and that phase, all matters little and big that bore upon the chase. John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. ’ ‘She told you!’ ‘And,’ pursued Gerald, ignoring his friend’s scornful interjection, ‘that it was not always convenient to be dressed as a young girl. “Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss.
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