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Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist Rents low-down scab house in conduit Herr Proctor offers said land for a song, but no one wants to sing
In an attempt to maintain social privileges Yet mask it as goodwill, he says to the conduit members Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit
Cheers erupted throughout the things settlement An Italian male was heard to say Between here and there is better than anything over there