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[[File:New_Doc_2019-12-12_09.11.23_5.jpg|thumb|right|180px|H. Dunhill in the Toronto Evening Telegram in July 1940.]]
[[File:New_Doc_2019-12-12_09.11.23_5.jpg|thumb|right|180px|H. Dunhill in the Toronto Evening Telegram in July 1940.]]
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[[File:New_Doc_2019-12-12_09.11.23_1.jpg|thumb|right|180px|Birtie in the 'thirties.]]
<blockquote><q>Uncle Bertie was about fifty at this time and had grown a full Imperial beard that seemed to have banished the affectations of his youth and to make the relaxed, confident manner of the mature man even more impressive. After what must have been as many love affairs as Father had had, though Uncle Bertie conducted his with rather more discretion, he had separated from his wife, Violet, and was now living with a charming, dark-haired woman called Isobel. She was a fellow sufferer from tuberculosis whom he had met at the Mundesley hospital and brought to Merano and whom, in the few years they lived together and before her death in this very Villa, he obviously adored, bringing her presents and nosegays every time he left her for more than a few minutes. Uncle Bertie had taken a keen interest in my own love affairs and was particularly anxious to meet Geoffrey. To my delight, they took to one another at once.</q> Dunhill, Mary, Our Family Business (The Bodley Head - Great Britain, 1979) p-90.</blockquote>  
<blockquote><q>Uncle Bertie was about fifty at this time and had grown a full Imperial beard that seemed to have banished the affectations of his youth and to make the relaxed, confident manner of the mature man even more impressive. After what must have been as many love affairs as Father had had, though Uncle Bertie conducted his with rather more discretion, he had separated from his wife, Violet, and was now living with a charming, dark-haired woman called Isobel. She was a fellow sufferer from tuberculosis whom he had met at the Mundesley hospital and brought to Merano and whom, in the few years they lived together and before her death in this very Villa, he obviously adored, bringing her presents and nosegays every time he left her for more than a few minutes. Uncle Bertie had taken a keen interest in my own love affairs and was particularly anxious to meet Geoffrey. To my delight, they took to one another at once.</q> Dunhill, Mary, Our Family Business (The Bodley Head - Great Britain, 1979) p-90.</blockquote>