His heart was beating, but faintly and slowly, with ominous intermissions. 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. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. But, finding the cellar-door open, concluded he had got out that way. I have been waiting a long time for a family like them. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. Sheila had dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly acknowledged with a lowered gaze.
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