Well, I don't blame you on that ground. 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. The very blank, however, affected him more deeply than if it had been left. "In spots you are a thoroughbred; but here's a black mark on your ticket, lad. " "Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. " "Perhaps that was it. " "Well, so long as he gets on his feet in the end. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest. It is different. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. ” “I shall do very well, thank you, ma’am,” he answered shortly. Aware that they would not be allowed to remain long unmolested, the New Minters conducted themselves so outrageously, and with such extraordinary insolence, that measures were at this time being taken for their effectual suppression.
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