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People say filth breeds flies, but when houses are scoured and clothes are washed and yards are swept clean every week, then God alone knows where the flies come from.

In the winter they go-- but now, in June! There's no peace anywhere for them.

Before day is clean, they wake and begin to crawl and creep around. There's no use trying to sleep anymore.

Maum Mary has been dying for days and the old lady sexton sits beside her and tries to brush them away, for Daddy Harry must be out in the field for work (100).

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