” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. . “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. To this day he and every one else thinks that he married Anna. Maybe later. 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. I want you to think of me just as if I was a man, and quite outside marriage altogether. She had never heard anything so unholy.
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