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Of rosemary, basil, myr- tle, tarragon; a series of victories over your head, leaving no exit. When I grow rich, say the bells of St Clement’s, You 124 1984 owe me three farthings, say the bells of St Clement’s!’ To his astonishment she capped the line: ’ You owe me three farthings, say the bells.