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Good Lord! said my sister, Gertrude, as she
wandered around the secret garden, getting hopelessly lost. One day, she thought, someone will find me in here and
then count from 10 backwards
very very slowly indeed. Taking care not to make any sudden movements which might upset the
tummy, if not appropriately
then at least nicely. After all, if you can't say something nice, then you shouldn't say anything at all. And that's the bloody law.
