” “Uh. "I was," answered Sheppard. Anna and her escort exchanged glances. Sorrow lay in the back of his mind as he withdrew, but he put it aside. While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack drew back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting—as if in contempt of the general uproar—the following strain:— With pipe and punch upon the board, And smiling nymphs around us; No tavern could more mirth afford Than old Saint Giles's round-house! The round-house! the round-house! The jolly—jolly round-house! "The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar yielded to his efforts. . . ‘Scream and you are dead,’ he snapped, and released her mouth so that he might open the door. ‘Dreadfully untidy, is it not? Can’t abide bare rooms. " "That's me," interposed Jonathan; "a thief-taker is always a murderer in the eyes of a thief. He looked at her, hurt. ” They talked for a while in somewhat dreamy fashion, Anna especially being more silent than usual.
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