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He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her. 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. Meanwhile, the executioner had attached strong cords to his ankles and wrists, and fastened them tightly to the iron rings. "And what do you suppose we mean to do with you, eh?" "You mean to kill me," replied Thames, "by my cruel uncle's command. Nor must it be imagined, that while he thus exercised his teeth, he neglected the flagon. ” Ennison hesitated for a moment. “Come on in. But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully.
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