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'Dear old Squiffy was always like that. It's a gift. However
woozled he might be, it was impossible to detect it with the naked eye.
I've seen the dear old chap many a time whiffled to the eyebrows,
and looking as sober as a bishop.'

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A confused aroma of cheap clothing greeted him. Except for a small
oasis behind a grubby counter, practically all the available space
was occupied by suits. Stiff suits, looking like the body when
discovered by the police, hung from the hooks. Limp suits, with the
appearance of having swooned from exhaustion, lay on chairs and boxes.
The place was a cloth morgue, a Sargasso Sea of serge.

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Reggie was a rather melancholy young man who suffered from
elephantiasis of the bankroll and the other evils that arise from that complaint.

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