” “You are very unbelieving,” Anna said coldly. "That man should have been an Italian bravo," murmured the knight, sinking into a chair: "he has neither fear nor compunction. 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.
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