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 'Like hell,' said Frank.

'Say-Frank—listen,—and my half o' Ernest's camera?'

'Like hell,' said Frank.

'Say-Frank—listen,—and my last year's shin-guards?'

'Like hell,' said Frank.

'Say-Frank—listen,—and my this year's shin-guards?'

'Like hell, '  said Frank.

'Say-Frank, come right down to it I don't want a .22. If I get a gun this year it'll be a .32.'

'Like he—'—

Which point I felt to be the too-note of the helliad, so I rose and came into the house.

I felt replete with rhythm and with a sense of surprising human attitudes remote from my own.