‘And if not her, for she is dead, then
me. ‘What is it that you told him?’
‘Nothing, miss, I swear. The reply he received
this time put him into a state of continuous bewilderment. ”
“We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff
voice. 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. So far the thing was acceptable
enough.
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