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Britain's elderly Home Secretary, fusty Sir William ("Jix") Joynson-Hicks, was doing his godmotherly duty. As the law required, he was standing by at the birth of a royal princeling to see that it was the genuine article. In days of yore he would have been in the bedroom, but this was 1926: Sir William waited decently outside with the nervous father, His Royal Highness, the Duke of York. Presently a small pink bundle was brought to them. Sir William peered. The bundle, third in line of succession to a royal throne, yawned...
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