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"
‘
F
you
ask
me
,
I
reckon
there
ain
’
t
nobody
goin
’
to
come
.
If
there
was
,
they
’
d
’
ve
been
‘
ere
before
this
.
Different
if
we
was
in
some
little
town
in
the
country
.
But
London
!
Stands
to
reason
they
’
d
come
‘
ere
afore
anywhere
else
.
No
,
the
way
I
see
it
,
they
ain
’
t
come
yet
—
an
’
that
means
they
ain
’
t
never
Loin
’
to
come
—
an
’
that
means
there
ain
’
t
nobody
to
come
.
Cor
,
blimy
,
‘
oo
’
d
ever
’
ve
thought
it
could
‘
appen
like
this
!
"
I
didn
’
t
say
anything
.
All
wasn
’
t
the
sort
to
be
jollied
with
facile
encouragements
.
"
Reckon
that
’
s
the
way
you
see
it
too
?
"
he
said
after
a
bit
.
"
It
doesn
’
t
look
so
good
,
"
I
admitted
.
"
But
there
still
is
a
chance
,
you
know
—
people
from
somewhere
abroad
.
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
They
’
d
’
ve
come
before
this
.
They
’
d
’
ve
had
loud
-
speaker
cars
round
the
streets
tellin
’
us
what
to
do
by
now
.
No
,
chum
,
we
’
ve
‘
ad
it
there
ain
’
t
nobody
nowhere
to
come
.
That
’
s
the
fact
of
it
.
"
We
were
silent
for
a
while
,
then
:
"
Ab
well
,
‘
t
weren
’
t
a
bad
ol
’
life
while
it
lasted
,
"
he
said
,
We
talked
a
little
about
the
kind
of
life
it
had
been
for
him
.
He
’
d
had
various
jobs
,
each
of
which
seemed
to
have
included
some
interesting
undercover
work
.
He
summed
it
up
:
"
One
way
an
’
another
I
didn
’
t
do
so
bad
.
What
was
your
racket
?
"
I
told
him
.
He
wasn
’
t
impressed
.
