Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. Sheppard's dress—extremely
neat and clean, but simply fashioned, and of the plainest and most unpretending
material,—offered nothing assailable; and her demeanour was so humble, and
her looks so modest, that—if she had been ill-looking—she might, possibly,
have escaped the shafts of malice preparing to be levelled against her. 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. ToC
After a few minutes' rapid walking, during which neither party uttered a word,
Jonathan Wild and his companion had passed Saint Paul's, dived down a
thoroughfare on the right, and reached Thames Street. ”
True summer descended like a sticky fever upon
August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that
seemed to hang from the trees like mucus.
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