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This was just what he needed. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. Ha!" exclaimed the stranger, as shouts and other vociferations resounded at no great distance along the thoroughfare, "not a moment is to be lost. “An annuity—a sum of money paid to you yearly or quarterly through my solicitors, and which you can consider as a gift from your sister. Who's the lucky boy, Lucy?\" Lucy looked at her slippered feet. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. Is that it? I thought this very pretty. ’ Gerald tutted. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth, OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth: There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up, And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup! For a can of ale calms, A highwayman's qualms, And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! "Singing's dry work," observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the bottle. “I believe,” he said slowly, “that I shall do best to throw myself upon your consideration and tell you the truth.
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