We climbed down, and I came forward with outstretched hand, anxious to get the reunion going. ‘What ho, Stinker.’ ‘Hullo, Bertie.’ ‘Long time since we met.’ ‘It is a bit, isn’t it?’ ‘I hear you’re a curate now.’ ‘Yes, that’s right.’ ‘How are the souls?’ ‘Oh, fine, thanks.’
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