He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage
communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was
a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness
of an elephant's tusk. Finally she decided upon a
step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from
motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. Some of these persons were
examining the spot where the spike had been cut off; others the spike itself, now
considered a remarkable object; and all were marvelling how Jack could have
possibly squeezed himself through such a narrow aperture, until it was explained
to them by Mr. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by
whom he was half strangled. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared.
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