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Start: This is the House of Commons, and I’m John, catching the Speaker’s eye for the first time. Do you see a queer little old wifie sitting away up there in the Ladies� Gallery? That’s me. ‘Mr. Speaker, sir, I rise to make my historic maiden speech.

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End: ‘Mr. Speaker, sir, I stand here diffidently with my eyes on the Treasury Bench�; voice from the Ladies� Gallery, ‘And you’ll soon have your coat-tails on it, John�; loud cries of ‘Remove that little old wifie,� in which she is forcibly ejected, and the honourable gentleman resumes his seat in a torrent of admiring applause.

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