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Mind out, mister!

Haltyaltyaltyall.

(Halts erect stung by a spasm.) Ow.

Bang Bang Bla Bak Blud Bugg Bloo.

Hey, shitbreeches, are you doing the hattrick?

No thoroughfare. Close shave that but cured the stitch. Must take up Sandow’s exerciser again. On the hands down. Insure against street accident too. The Providential. (He feels his trouser pocket.) Poor mamma's panacea. Heel easily catch in tracks or bootlace in a cog. Day, the wheel of the black Maria, peeled off my shoe at Leonard’s corner. Third time is the charm. Shoe trick. Insolent driver. I ought to report him. Tension makes them nervous. Might