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g. Hans :, said Du,chman to his urchin son, whom he had just been thrashing, for swearing at his mother, 'vat's dat you're thinkiu' go wicked apout, in the corner deres' | aint tinks nott'n.' You lie, you fagabone you you tinks got tGm-and now l'Il yip you for dat'