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"I'll see. 1. 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. ‘Now what?’ The girl’s voice was shaking, and there were, he saw now, angry tears in her eyes. ” “Nor I,” she remarked tersely. ” “I know,” said Manning, nodding gravely. Say I’m out, away, anything!” “I am sorry, sir,” the man answered, “but she had sent away her hansom before I answered the bell. I am your first, of course you feel strongly. ” She shifted again. ‘She’s perfectly right. " "Do you happen to know Jonathan Wild, master?" inquired Jack, altering his tone, and assuming a more respectful demeanour. " "Blessings upon him!" cried Lady Trafford, fervently.
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