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“Pritchard Major made him lick his shoes in front of the Upper Sixth,” said West. Pritchard twisted his hair. “Ouch! Lay off!” “I told you that in confidence!” “Did you really lick his shoes? Which ones?” asked Ellwood. “What do you mean, which ones? Why should that make a difference?” “No, that’s fair,” said West. “I wouldn’t mind nibbling on a shoelace if it was from someone’s Sunday best.” “It’s important to have standards,” agreed Roseveare.
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