Into this new world, vivid with colour, came Spurlock, receptively. ’ ‘I am going to England,’ Melusine stated flatly, ‘because there is no safety at the convent at Blaye. Where Saint Giles' church stands, once a lazar-house stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a vessel of wood; A broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! II. This is a case either of suicide or murder.
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