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As they waited in Kensington High Street for their respective buses, the superstitious man bored Jones with his views on the New Year's signs and portents.
"It seems to me, y'know, that the very date itself is a lucky number. One-nine-two-seven, y'know--"
"By Jove!" interrupted Jones. "I believe you're right about lucky numbers. Here's one nine for you and a two sevens for me; now we can separate and get home."