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After hearing the St. Cecilia bell, Sergeant hustled toward the sidewalk through the rubble and bush that surrounded his shack. He took his place near the front of the property, perched on top of a solitary column, no gate or fence on either side. Apart from being Sergeant's throne, the cement column's other function was as a reminder of where a neatly cobbled entrance must have welcomed guests to this once stylish Kingston home.