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She had no intention of fighting fair. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. By following her he had discovered her secret nook in the rocks. While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack drew back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting—as if in contempt of the general uproar—the following strain:— With pipe and punch upon the board, And smiling nymphs around us; No tavern could more mirth afford Than old Saint Giles's round-house! The round-house! the round-house! The jolly—jolly round-house! "The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar yielded to his efforts. He would get very cross one evening and no one would dare to remind him of it. ‘If he had, he’d have found the sword, see.
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