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Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. . They heard voices inside but stood for a full thirty seconds looking at each other. 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. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said.
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