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Oh, you cannot escape from it. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived. " "Ah! indeed! what's he doing here?" inquired Jack. 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. "Flight is still left me," replied Trenchard. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. He hesitated for a moment and then he followed her. " "Your's will be nearer the truth, and have a deeper moral, Mr. . Just what it means. Not a job he may care about; but he's a good sport. She had, poor inexperienced fool, given herself away. Stanley came home at a quarter to six—an earlier train by fifteen minutes than he affected—his sister met him in the hall with a hushed expression.
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