Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. " "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. " And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL.
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