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A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. He shot at me at the ‘Unusual,’ and the magistrates bound him over to keep the peace. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over.
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