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" "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one voice in protest, the other dominant. It would seem, from the attention which he evidently bestowed upon the hidden and complex machinery of the grand system of villany at work around him, that his chief object in taking up his quarters in the Mint, must have been to obtain some private information respecting the habits and practices of its inhabitants, to be turned to account hereafter.
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