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. I can be that man, the one I know you want. ' He muttered it continually. She wanted to think of him as her
beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing
this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained
unconscious of herself. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had
pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. The storm burst upon
them in its fury. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each
moment would prove his last. I can’t stand it. ’
Even as they watched, a shadow passed across one of the apertures.
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