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Several of His Majesty's ministers and a sprinkling of potent financiers had gathered in David Lloyd George's library, for what reason none of them knew. Drawing out his watch, stepping over to the tall casement window, the spry Welshman dramatically flung the window wide. "I am going to count three," said he with his eye on the second hand. "After the third count listen, listen for all you're worth!" One, two, threestraining ears caught from far away, from a battlefield on the other side of the English...
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