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She is a magician sought by all. ’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. 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. " "Graves. I found him once in my rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. "I'm your dupe no longer.
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