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It began with the day when it was almost the Fifth of November, and a doubt arose in some breast -- Robert's, I fancy -- as to the quality of the fireworks laid in for the Guy Fawkes celebration.
"They were jolly cheap," said whoever it was, and I think it was Robert, "and suppose they didn't go off on the night? Those Prosser kids would have something to snigger about then."