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In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. Seeing from the threatening looks of his captors, that they were about to wreak their vengeance upon him, the miserable wretch besought mercy in abject terms, and charged his master with the most atrocious crimes. ’ He nodded. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. Jonathan smiled contemptuously. Her companion was a person of no inferior condition.
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