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"I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune must have befallen him. Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. On this elevation a table was now placed, around which sat the turnkeys and their guests, regaling themselves on the fragrant beverage provided by the prisoner. John knew better. You won't have him long.
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