| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Occasionally at those recurring seasons when tops come like winged ants on warm days in swarms out of the ground, or from somewhere else, I had to submit to the ignominy of being stopped on the corners, and compelled to dis- play my inability to make a top do anything except flop around on its side like a headless chicken, before a party of young ruffians, every one of whom could plug a top with
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