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- not me! Get your bloody hands off my neck - not only are you grubbing up the last of my Savile Row neckties, but you're letting the real criminal escape! I don't want Sidney Reilly to waltz off with the credit for the capture of that Bolshie menace Lenin!
Get out of my way, you clumsy peasant! Oh - pardon me, madame - I hadn't realised you were a woman. Bloody savages, these Russians, putting their women in trousers and handing out guns as though they were rented parasols on the Rialto - CECILY! What are you doing in that uniform?! And what's that I smell on your breath? You can barely stand up on your own - my dear girl, what's that bloody Carnehan done to you?
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