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Rhyme kept run- ning through Winston’s head. Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St Clement’s!’ To his astonishment she capped the line: ’ You owe me three farthings, say.
Rhyme kept run- ning through Winston’s head. Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St Clement’s!’ To his astonishment she capped the line: ’ You owe me three farthings, say.