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"All right. "I believe he's gone," he said, returning to Jonathan. But it is my fault. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. What happened at Dollis Hill. Wild. You know how stubborn they get. 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. And would you mind hurrying a little.
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