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Sydney was watching her eagerly. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. “Take off your tunic. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern under the gate leading towards the city. 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. Cosette sat under the table, still as a mouse, fondling her pitiful doll. I don’t care if you never tell me any of your secrets. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales.
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