Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. ‘Your niece, ma’am. Where the robber may cheer His spirit with beer, 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! III. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below.
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