Thus, the same system of plunder was everywhere carried on. " "Take time to consider of it," replied Wood sulkily, "there's no hurry. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. "There's a young woman. 196 Succeeded where she had not. 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.
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