It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. Sepulchre's clock struck eight. Yet there was nothing for her to do. . Unmindful of the terrors of the night, unscared by the danger that threatened him, Rowland consigned his sister's husband and his sister's child to the waves. 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. "What is it you want of me?" "All you know about this young fellow Spurlock. Herein was the sum of human knowledge in essence.
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