"Hear me!" cried Thames, bursting into tears. ‘For that, I must conceal that I also have enjoyed the kiss. 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. " And running on in this way, he carefully concealed the tools. Unlocking it, he entered the
chamber, which by no means belied its external appearance. I have two Malay clerks in the store; but I'm obliged to
have a white man to watch over them, or they'd clean me out. "
"Ah. THAMES DARRELL.
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