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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’ll make you an offer. She hoped that he would at long last remember his young male pride. ” “Bastard! What have you done to her?!” “You have unleashed a horror upon the universe by freeing her. "Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours, which may, or may not, be agreeable. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times.
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