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"Back!" cried Rowland. “I don’t see quite what your game is, Vee,
but I suppose you’ve got a game on somewhere. It was not so uncommon back in the
Hebrides for men to take several wives and additional
lovers. But this only incensed the assailing party the more. His hands reached under her
skirt. ‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. Having now sealed his letter, Sheppard took a handkerchief, and tying it over
Shotbolt's face, so as completely to conceal the features, clapped his hat upon his
head, and pushed it over his brows. I
gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera
cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of
yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. And in its way it was very well. 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. "
Sir Rowland looked bewildered with surprise. But, as you perceive, I brought it away with me.
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