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Rh ''bearbaiters with tomtoms, toreadors with bullswords, grey negroes waving torches. The crowd bawls of dicers, crown and anchor players, thimbleriggers, broadsmen. Crows and touts, hoarse bookies in high wizard hats clamour deafeningly.'')

(Jeering.) Get down and push, mister. Last lap! You’ll be home the night!

Per vias rectas!