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   He’s sprawled on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table when Marwood shows his face. Eyeing him between the fingers splayed over his eyes, he clears his throat importantly. “Mr Ambrose Fred’s been. You’ve just missed him. He said we’ve terrible fengshui in here.” Withnail isn’t entirely sure what fengshui is, but that isn’t stopping him. “He said we’ve to move the settee so it’s facing the south-east.”
















