Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look. "How?" cried her brother, starting. I will tell you this much, because you have been kind. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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