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“Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. By this time, several of the terrified domestics appeared with lights. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance.
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