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"My uncle," said the man with the glass eye, "was what you might call a hemi-semi-demi millionaire. He was worth about a hundred and twenty thousand. Quite. And he left me all his money."
I glanced at the shiny sleeve of his coat, and my eye travelled up to the frayed collar.