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Alcohol— would you believe it?—steadies his nerves and keens his brain: which is against the laws of gravitation, you might say. A nurse was at the other end of the room. You should go home today and get some rest. ” He extended his hand. 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.
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