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Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying
you, when he grows old enough. “Always planning
for death. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even
that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon
him. Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his
word. A mutual recognition took place at the same instant between the
stranger and this individual. 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.
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