The horns were the worst, slipping in and out of tune and rushing the easy sections, fighting everyone else. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. Mrs. Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead.
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