"Look quick, d—n you, or we shall never master him!" "Murder!" shrieked Mrs. " "You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Before Jonathan followed he turned to face his assailants.
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