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Wild is incapable of such baseness. 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. I can keep you. " "Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just finished. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing. " "So it is, child. " "Faithful fellow!" murmured Jack. The doctor drew out the contents hopefully. . “You’re an idiot and your attitude is repugnant.
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