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“We’ll go to a place where we can have a private room,” 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. She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. There was something very wrong. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last. Drive away the cat; throw that measure of gin through the window; and tell me why you've not so much as touched the packing-case for Lady Trafford, which I particularly desired you to complete against my return. She was extremely showily dressed, and her large hooped petticoat gave additional effect to her lofty stature.
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