under t o ser urn over, and for pero ter, splas ‘im!’  moment o t. ed! te flapped up and do , and must er of a pound. ed to see  t moment it anding over us, all billycock —one of ts to  op  and a boick in his hand.

    e suddenly coridges eet, and since cracker.

    ‘ are you boys doing here?’ he said.

    t muc about w we were doing. Nobody answered.

    ‘I’ll learn ‘ee come fis moment  in all directions.

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