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THE SOFTENING-UP OF AN UNCLE

THE SPECTACLE OF an uncle, even if only an uncle by marriage, going down for the third time in a sea of dance-champagne can never be an agreeable one. But though I moaned as a nephew I am bound to say I found myself pretty bucked in my capacity as ambassador for Boko. Pie-eyed, even plastered, this man might be, but there was no mistaking his geniality. It was like something out of Dickens and I saw that he was going to be clay in my hands.