9. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. Nothing could have been farther from Melusine’s mind. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. Wood, furiously. ’ Tears sprang to Melusine’s own eyes, and she clasped the hand she held more tightly. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. It was a haunted place. ” “Why not? Your spirits at least should be good. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. " "We'll be waiting for you.
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