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A dry cough's the trumpeter of
death. 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. No, none at all. "
"You're a noble-hearted little fellow, Thames," rejoined Wood, casting a look of
pride and affection at his adopted son, whose head he gently patted; "and give
promise of a glorious manhood. Cathy gave her a bear hug and patted her severe
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hairdo. ‘What a catalogue. The Iovellis were very rich, from what she could tell. He removed his cocked hat and
came towards her. She liked the animated eagerness
of his manner. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms,
and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard
from within. ”
“If you can tear yourself away from this delightful place in five minutes,” she
answered, “I think I can get rid of the others. Brown. And he hazarded a wink at the
poet over the paper on which he was sketching. The expression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity;
of the other, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth.
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