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Giuseppe and Jimmy did as they were told, the monkey following
them with a wary and malignant eye.
"Here's a discovery," said Jimmy. "The singing part of this organ
comes off the wheels." He spoke volubly to the proprietor. "Oh,
it's so as Giuseppe can take it to his room o' nights. And play
it. D'you hear that? The organ-grinder, after his day's crime,
plays his accursed machine for love. For love, Chris! And Michael
Angelo was one of 'em!"
"Don't jaw! Tell him to take the beast's petticoat off," said Sir
Christopher Tomling.
Lord Lundie returned, very little winded, through a gap higher up
the hedge.
"They're all out, thank goodness!" he cried, "but I've raided
what I could. Macrons glaces, candied fruit, and a bag of
oranges."
"Excellent!" said the world-renowned contractor.
"Jimmy, you're the light-weight; jump up on the organ and impale
these things on the leaves as I hand 'em!"
"I see," said Jimmy, capering like a springbuck.
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