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“The boy is a flier." "How do you know?" Jeeves coughed, and there was a dreamy look in his eye. "I was as much astonished as yourself, sir, when I first became aware of the lad's capabilities. I happened to pursue him one morning with the intention of fetching him a clip on the side of the head-”

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