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or Jenny by sight. I did not know Georgee (the man) at all.
I saw Jannee lying, I think in Pooss last, some day before Xmass (natale) in the morning. The Evening before that about dusk some Europeans came to my house. One of them was Bob Harrison, the prisoner at the Bar was another; how many more there might be I don’t know. I am sure of those two. A thousand people may have come to my house; my profession requires it.
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