She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. All our fraternity are afraid of him; but I laugh at his threats. "I am sorry. " And he struck up the following ballad:— SAINT GILES'S BOWL. Dump instantly complied, and as soon as Jack was removed from the sacred edifice, his person was searched from head to foot—but without success. "The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market. " CHAPTER XI. He seemed to have expected them. McClintock liked it.
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