He suspected a trap. ’ ‘I do not think so,’ Melusine agreed, still puzzled. At last he could bear it no longer. 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. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. Lucy's ears were singing. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon.
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