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“You young Hottentots, wot youse been up to?” All too soon Moses’ prophecy proved true. “But if your steamer works you don’t want its secrets peddled round; and girls always blab.” As many of the hens and chickens as could be persuaded were ushered into the yard to add to the numerical strength of the menagerie..
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