This is where my character, Lucia, is coming from. 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. \"You look nice, Lucy. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush
this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. “Perhaps for myself I do
not mind, but this man is sure to find out some day, and he will not like having
been deceived. Why would your mother
be so impatient?” Lucy speculated. "
The girl's eyes filled.
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