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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
151
“What?”
“And
you
knocked
me
in
order
to
poison
her
mind
against
me
and
finally
remove
me
from
your
path.”
I
had
never
heard
anything
so
absolutely
loopy
in
my
life.
Why,
dash
it,
I’ve
known
Angela
since
she
was
so
high.
You
don’t
fall
in
love
with
close
relations
you’ve
known
since
they
were
so
high.
Besides,
isn’t
there
something
in
the
book
of
rules
about
a
man
may
not
marry
his
cousin?
Or
am
I
thinking
of
grandmothers?
“Tuppy,
my
dear
old
ass,”
I
cried,
“this
is
pure
banana
oil!
You’ve
come
unscrewed.”
“Oh,
yes?”
“Me
in
love
with
Angela?
Ha-ha!”
“You
can’t
get
out
of
it
with
ha-ha’s.
She
called
you
‘darling’.”
“I
know.
And
I
disapproved.
This
habit
of
the
younger
g.
of
scattering
‘darlings’
about
like
birdseed
is
one
that
I
deprecate.
Lax,
is
how
I
should
describe
it.”
“You
tickled
her
ankles.”
“In
a
purely
cousinly
spirit.
It
didn’t
mean
a
thing.
Why,
dash
it,
you
must
know
that
in
the
deeper
and
truer
sense
I
wouldn’t
touch
Angela
with
a
barge
pole.”
“Oh?
And
why
not?
Not
good
enough
for
you?”
“You
misunderstand
me,”
I
hastened
to
reply.
“When
I
say
I
wouldn’t
touch
Angela
with
a
barge
pole,
I
intend
merely
to
convey
that
my
feelings
towards
her
are
those
of
distant,
though
cordial,
esteem.
In
other
words,
you
may
rest
assured
that
between
this
young
prune
and
myself
there
never
has
been
and
never
could
be
any
sentiment
warmer
and
stronger
than
that
of
ordinary
friendship.”
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