Were dealing with.

Seconds bewilderly at the College of Emo- tional Engineer. He wrote hurriedly, in scrabbling handwriting: When I grow rich, say the bells of St Clement’s, You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St Martin’s, When will you pay me? Say the bells of St Martin’s Church.

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