THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.
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you see, Sirs, as soon as I heard the gun go off, and some one a-calling out "Murder!" I guessed as how some mischief was a-doing; so I runs into the garden in no time, and just before me, on the grass, near a thicket, on this hand of me
No, no; on the other hand of me,—a yard off, belike, (for I'll tell your honours exact how it was,) I sees a black thing lying on the ground, at my feet.JUSTICE.
LABOURER.
JUSTICE.
LABOURER.
BRUTON (starting as he looks on it).