I am sorry to seem to hurt you, but all I say is
for your good. Wood heard the cry. “But about last night. “In the first place, I have
no objection to the posters, as they have no name on them, but I do not wish to
appear at all upon the stage as ‘Alcide. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack drew
back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting—as if in
contempt of the general uproar—the following strain:—
With pipe and punch upon the board,
And smiling nymphs around us;
No tavern could more mirth afford
Than old Saint Giles's round-house!
The round-house! the round-house!
The jolly—jolly round-house!
"The jolly, jolly round-house!" chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar yielded to his
efforts.
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