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In entering the front parlour from whence, in no small excitement, there issued the notes of a course diapason, which he fancied was known to him, he found Mr. Justice Lowe in somewhat tempestuous conference with the visitor.
He was, in fact, no other than Black Dillon; black enough he looked just now. He had only a moment before returned from a
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