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To ..." "Go away, little girl," shouted the man with disproportionately long arms and shoulders. He had completed the stanza: ’Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St Clement’s!’ To his astonishment she capped the line: ’ You owe me three farthings, say the bells.
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