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"If you ask me," said Bertie Oakes, propping himself up in an elegant attitude against a pillar of the Club verandah, "it's my belief that there's going to be-a bust-up."
"Nobody did ask you," observed Tommy rudely.
He generally was rude nowadays, and had been haled before a subalterns' court-martial only the previous evening for that very re