The major’s hand stilled. Rather! Who could help it?” He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it. I shouldn't care to have attention constantly drawn to us.
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