. "
"Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. If by any chance I have made a mistake a word
will bring me to you. 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. Completely overcome by fatigue, with strained muscles, and bruised hands;
streaming with perspiration, and with lips so parched that he would gladly have
parted with a treasure if he had possessed it for a draught of water; he sank
against the wall, and while in this state was seized with, a sudden and strange
alarm. ‘They cannot be worse than mine
in English, monsieur. Many’s the young ’un I’ve
seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty
wench. But you! Why the devil did you marry her? That's the thing that
confounds me. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. I don’t think of you
as a kid. Presently.
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