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[Page 254]

He looked at my ancient uniform, shuddered visibly, and led me, deeply moved, to the nearest mercers.

Concealing my worse-than-nakedness in a well selected "N.-N.-B" he then carted me to the Australian Club in Piccadilly, where the youth is at present bestowing his patronage. A dream of a place for Aussie Officers – overlooks St James & Hyde Park Corner.

Well content, almost purring, I am just about to really Dine (with well-deserved capitals) once more – methinks this diary will see little of me till I have some leisure en route home to Aussie.

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