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He knew me, Nigel. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth, OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth: There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up, And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup! For a can of ale calms, A highwayman's qualms, And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! "Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. ‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. ” “Is it necessary to send for the police?” Anna asked. " "You cannot help yourself, Sir Rowland," replied Jonathan, contemptuously. Well, I was all for dragging in Bow Street there and then, and getting the pair of those fraudsters thrown in gaol. Why was he there? why did the tempter dare to invade that sacred spot! She could not answer her own questions, but vague fearful suspicions passed through her mind.
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