Is there?”
“Nothing,” said Ann Veronica, with a radiant face. “Want to see the upstairs?”
“Sure. 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. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had
twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning. And, what's more, I tell you, if Captain
Sheppard is hanged, you need never hope to call me Mrs. "I see you don't know him as well as you
pretend.
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