132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. ‘You dare to come to me? What do you wish of me? Why have you come? I do not want you!’ She swept round on Gerald abruptly and he braced for the onslaught. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate. 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. Even the children jeer. “I wondered. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began.
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