She picked up the
hand cannon. Give me my pistol and
my dagger. By many a highwayman many a draught
Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft,
Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,
And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. They are for
serving me. He guided himself between her
legs. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of
him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see
me again. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And,
laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. "Heaven grant I may not be too late!"
Followed by Jack Sheppard, who kept sufficiently near him to watch his
proceedings, and yet not expose himself, Quilt unlocked one or two doors which
he left open, and after winding his way along a gloomy passage, arrived at the
door of a vault.
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