’
‘Oh yes, or walked through the walls, I dare say. ”
She disengaged herself from him and went out of the room with a grave,
preoccupied expression. I got to have you under
guard in the gatehouse, I can see that. While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack drew
back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting—as if in
contempt of the general uproar—the following strain:—
With pipe and punch upon the board,
And smiling nymphs around us;
No tavern could more mirth afford
Than old Saint Giles's round-house!
The round-house! the round-house!
The jolly—jolly round-house!
"The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar yielded to his
efforts. "
"Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard,—"of Wych Street?"
"The same. \" He mumbled, his eyes on her breasts. We fixed
that. Well, let's beat it to the hotel.
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