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A reminder from the elderly butler at the door prompted Pool, who was doing his homework, to look up.
He stood up and moved to the window. From the window of his study, he could see the young man below, dressed like a rooster.
Winston Churchill.
The luckiest guy in the Churchill family for the past hundred years.
That's what everyone says. But why?
It is because Pool's sister fancies this rather unremarkable lad, simply because they have known each other since they were children, and because he always manages to find the gifts she desires most, and indulges her in them.
Pool didn't like this blond young human, not because he would ultimately be unable to stay with his sister until the end, but because he found the young man excessively ostentatious.
Look at the silk he's wearing; it must have cost a pretty penny. What use is such a man, who doesn't know how to live within his means, even if he marries my sister?
