Killed is too kind a word. ‘That’s just it. 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. ”
Presently, as if for comparison with her father’s letter, she got out Ramage’s
check from the box that contained her papers. "I never went to school. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside,
having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is
tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice.
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