He was just getting cross about your being late for dinner—you know his way—when it came. “Go on,” he said. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. A sinister thought edged in. 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. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair.
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