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Kneebone, I came hither as your guest. My janizaries shall go with me. They found Ruth reading to Spurlock, whose shoulders and head were propped by pillows. “Well?” she said. “In any case you will never receive any different sort of answer from me. Should it e'er be my lot to ride backwards that way, At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay; I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl, And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul! Whatever may hap, I'll taste of the tap, To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. " Abraham grinned, and silently followed his master, who, as soon as they reached the audience-chamber, poured out a bumper of spirits, and presented it to him.
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