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She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning. Before the full sentence was carried into execution, he was taken into a small room adjoining the court. 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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