Ahora la casa de piedra en el frente del lago se acaba y los trabajadores estn comenzando la cerca. Los palings se hacen de barras del hierro con los puntos de acero que pueden apualar la vida fuera de cualquier hombre que se caiga en ellos. Como cerca, es una obra maestra, y apagar a la barra de pudelar y a todos los hombres del vagabundo y hambrientos y a todos los nios que vagan que buscan un lugar para jugar. El pasar a travs de las barras y del excedente los puntos de acero ir nada excepto muerte y la lluvia y maana.
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