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‘If you had met her, you’d understand. Wood, and however he might dissent from the latter proposition, he did not deem it expedient to make any reply; and the orator proceeded with his harangue amid the general applause of the assemblage. “Poor old Alice!” Her brother Roddy came to her and demanded tea, and asked her to state a case. ‘Of course I see that,’ she said impatiently. Will you please—Not now, or I must go. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. 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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