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Rh "Vel, denn, Captain Subbsh," says he, "I must do my duty—and arrest you—here is the writ! Tom, keep the door!"—My wife fainted—the children screamed, and I—fancy my condition, as I was obliged to march off to a spunging house, along with a horrid sheriff’s officer!