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 a score maybe, a great hand at racing and lepping and licking the world?

Didn't you hear me say he was the fool of men, the way from this out he'll know the orphan's lot, with old and young making game of him, and they swearing, raging, kicking at him like a mangy cur.

What in the name of God do they want roaring below?

They're cheering a young lad, the champion Playboy of the Western World. (More cheering.)

It'd split my heart to hear them, and I with pulses in my brain-pan for a week gone by. Is it racing they are?

It is, then. They are mounting him for the