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And even as he he he he he he lay dead his mother heard her her her her brother’s voice saying to her “My God Hester you’re eighty-odd thousand to the good and and a a a poor devil devil devil of a a son to the bad But poor poor devil devil devil poor poor devil devil devil he’s best gone out of a a life where he he rides his rocking-horse to find a a winner ” 12
