Philip:
What was she like, for God's sake?
Seecombe:
I can't say, Sir.
Philip:
My God, man, is she fat? Thin? Tall? Short? Does she have a wooden leg? A moustache? Has she got a wort on her nose?
Seecombe:
I don't know nothin' about that, Sir.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:06