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“What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. Her patience was waning fast. They are for serving me. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew, where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose. Be this as it may, Jonathan remained the victor; and shortly afterwards,—at the price of a third of his estate, it was whispered,—he procured Trenchard's liberation from confinement. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified.
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