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8. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. 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. . ‘That way. "Tell me that, and I will believe you. And now she insisted that she MUST leave the chastened security of the Tredgold Women’s College for Russell’s unbridled classes, and wanted to go to fancy dress dances in pirate costume and spend the residue of the night with Widgett’s ramshackle girls in some indescribable hotel in Soho! He had done his best not to think about her at all, but the situation and his sister had become altogether too urgent. “We will do Paris like the tourists, and thank God here comes dinner. This time they would call it murder. . "How long will he be laid up?" "Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. ‘Because you are a bête, and a pig, and imbecile.
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