" "Don't say anything about it, dear Mrs. Lucy saw that perhaps she had been attracted to Martin all along. 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. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted.
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