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Ann Veronica started from her reverie, sat up in her chair, became attentive. Then for a time she sat very still. "
"Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness. 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. My very sentences stumble and give way. She enjoyed preparing the
evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the
oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of
chicken frying. "
"So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too.
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