“I am dying to renew my acquaintance with London, Mrs. 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. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. He grunted, and his grip gave. We have that gift. “If you say so, my pet. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign.
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