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I lived with my grandparents until I was seven, and they rather spoiled me. My father's father was a jewel-case maker. He was merry fellow – he always wore a red Turkish fez with a black tassel. He used to tease me and play games. He'd pretend to pull my nose off and say, ‘Eh, look, you've got your nose in my cup.’