“I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. Neither he nor Gerald chose to attire
themselves in full military rig on fashionable occasions such as this. His spirits
began to rise. Earles
asked sharply. She was wan and
white. ’
‘Don’t be a fool, woman,’ snapped Charvill, thrusting himself further into the
room. ‘That little kiss cost him his
sanctuary, my girl, and don’t you forget it. 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. "Under these circumstances, Rowland did what any other sensible person would
do. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper.
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