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"Then his tormentors tussle and run to the Cockle Street Sweet Shop, their pennies sticky as honey, to buy from Mrs. Myfawny Price, who is cocky and neat as a puff-bosomed robin and her round buttocks tight as ticks, gobstoppers big as wens that rainbow as you suck, brandyballs, winegums, hundreds and thousands, liquorice sweet as sick, nougat to tug and ribbon out like a red rubbery tongue to glue in girls' hair, crimson cough drops to spit blood..."