The girl had told him distinctly that her name was Anna. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. Neither you nor your mother shall escape me. I’ve bored you or something. By and by he ventured to peer into this window. " And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL.
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