"I'd lay down my life for yours. ‘And you know, my dear, I do think you must make up your mind to beard this wretched grandfather of yours. "Something fresh on hand, I suppose?" "I'm come to inquire after Jack Sheppard," returned Jonathan. That’s my point. ‘No, but I seen the light, sir. But then, because my papa had no money, you understand, he sent me to a convent. Permit me to introduce myself. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. She was nestled under his bedspread. The tears flowed faster. 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.
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