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"Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. McClintock says they can't get in there, or at least they
never try it. When he left these premises, three years ago, I took them from him;
or rather—to deal frankly with you,—he placed me in them rent-free, for, I'm not
ashamed to confess it, I've had losses, and heavy ones; and, if it hadn't been for
him, I don't know where I should have been. “I never saw Courtlaw
with her—never heard her speak of him. She was pleased and a little flattered by his interest and sympathy. 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. Hardened as he may be, that would
touch him.
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