"Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. This mitigated her remorse enormously. " Jonathan made no answer, but motioned the partners to take him away. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. I had to sell out, you see, when my father died, for the estate is in my hands. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. 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.
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