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It was free of leering men, unthinkable punishments, and human evil. 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. I'm about to ring for supper. “I have made over seven hundred pounds in the last week,” he said. “I don’t know. I sha'n't cry any more. ” He said. “So am I the jewel or the bug inside?” He smiled. " "Well, this young lady I was about to describe," said the doctor, "is Enschede's daughter. I don’t mind telling you chaps that except on the stage I haven’t set eyes on her this side of the water. Jonathan threw open the street-door.
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