Ruth was something to study for future copy; she was almost unbelievable. From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face. As he turned the handle, it moved, and the door was taken from his hand and pulled outward by the young footman. The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her. 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. Now, he must have folks somewhere. "Not a single whooper-upter! Nothing but torment and remorse … and Ruth! Children, put your arms around me.
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