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"To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. Be a sport, and pile it all on me!" He went to bed. Wood, "and I'll take care of Thames. “Eight, Cavendish Square. Well, I don't think they'll any of 'em nab him, that's one comfort. Death belongs to God, young man. “You will have some tea?” she asked. 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. She would never, never go back.

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