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major. But just as they were about to place him on the ground, he
burst from their hold, and made a desperate spring at Jonathan, who was
standing with his arms folded near the door watching the scene. It resembled
Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New
Orleans. “Will you help me?” he asked. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to
which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were
frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of
Christ-church, without ceremony. I can't bear it. He dared not go on.
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