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"
‘
Ere
we
are
,
gents
one
an
’
all
.
Piccabloodydilly
Circus
.
The
Center
of
the
World
.
The
‘
Ub
of
the
Universe
.
Where
all
the
nobs
had
their
wine
,
women
,
and
song
.
"
He
was
not
blind
,
far
from
it
.
His
eyes
were
ranging
round
,
taking
stock
as
he
spoke
,
His
sight
must
have
been
saved
by
some
such
accident
as
mine
,
but
he
was
pretty
drunk
,
and
so
were
the
men
behind
him
.
"
An
’
we
’
ll
‘
ave
it
too
,
"
he
added
.
"
Next
stop
,
the
well
-
known
Caffy
Royal
—
an
’
all
drinks
on
the
house
,
"
"
Yus
—
but
what
abaht
the
women
?
"
asked
a
voice
,
and
there
was
a
laugh
.
"
Oh
,
women
.
‘
S
’
that
what
you
want
?
"
said
the
leader
.
He
stepped
forward
and
caught
a
girl
by
the
arm
.
She
screamed
as
he
dragged
her
toward
the
man
who
had
spoken
,
but
he
took
no
notice
of
that
.
"
There
y
’
are
,
chum
.
An
’
don
’
t
say
I
don
’
t
treat
you
right
.
It
’
s
a
peach
,
a
smasher
—
if
that
makes
any
difference
to
you
.
"
"
Hey
,
what
about
mc
?
"
said
the
next
man
.
"
You
,
mate
?
Well
,
let
’
s
see
.
Like
‘
em
blond
or
dark
?
"
