‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. He leaned towards her, laid his hand tenderly upon hers. 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. “Well, because I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t. Marry me. Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. May I know your name?’ The lady eyed him. "You'll not forget the thousand, Sir Rowland—short accounts, you know. Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. I sha'n't cry any more. Show him no quarter, Poll. The Dawn Pearl.
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