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"You know, Uncle Clive it's all very well you making a brief
stopover here for the last two and a half years on your way
to India, gadding about the house all day long in your top
hat and your spats and whatnot, pretending to read the
newspaper while waiting for some imaginary telegram from New
York that never arrives, but isn't it about time you coughed
up some rent money?"
