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THE big building was crowded. Below in the five shilling and ten shilling reserves, was a flood of human faces. In the balcony opposite, the two shilling push piled itself against the railing. The atmosphere was one of blue smoke, and through this the stout, bald, purple M.C. in the ring shouted the names, weights, and colours of the competitors in the preliminary tournament, his voice like that of a very old crow.
"Struth, his jibs wouldn't earn peanuts ez gripman on a mussel barrer," said the youth next Benno, sociably.