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‘They cannot help it. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. ‘She may well try to go back. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood; A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! II. This is no place for me. ” “I don’t care how we meet,” she said. ” Anna shook her head. ’ ‘She told you!’ ‘And,’ pursued Gerald, ignoring his friend’s scornful interjection, ‘that it was not always convenient to be dressed as a young girl.
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