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” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. " The hooting was instantaneously changed to cheers. At a little after five, on that day, four horses dashed round the corner of the Old Bailey, and drew up before the door of the Lodge. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. I didn't understand then, but I do now. We'll then remove them both to the Middle Stone Hold, where a watch shall be kept over them night and day till they're taken to Tyburn. 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. ‘You are extremely empty-headed, Lucy. ’ ‘Undoubtedly,’ Gerald agreed.
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