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[
He Seemed to Take a Fancy To Rupert from the Fust.
]
[
An Elderly Old Party Wot Would Keep Jabbing 'im in The
Ribs With Her Umbrella.
]
[
"Back!" Ses Rupert in a Whisper, Pointing.
]
[
She Stood Blocking up the Doorway With Her 'ands on Her
'ips.
]
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