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" "I don't know. They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. He waved a cordial goodbye. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. She was, she guessed, close to the library. ToC Saint Giles's Round-house was an old detached fabric, standing in an angle of Kendrick Yard. ” He said. 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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