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I know London better than you, and I have had to earn my own living. " "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. ‘Gone!’ he said. “I’ll come to the station,” said Ann Veronica. A spacious suite of rooms down the hall John described as “my parents love den” with a grimace as Lucy smiled. She could not stir hand or foot. 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.
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