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Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
155
“But,
my
dear
old
chap,
I
explained
that.
It
was
all
part
of
my
ruse
or
scheme.”
“It
was,
was
it?
Well,
in
future
do
me
a
favour
and
leave
me
out
of
your
foul
ruses.”
“Just
as
you
say,
old
boy.”
“All
right,
then.
That’s
understood.”
He
relapsed
into
silence,
standing
with
folded
arms,
staring
before
him
rather
like
a
strong,
silent
man
in
a
novel
when
he’s
just
been
given
the
bird
by
the
girl
and
is
thinking
of
looking
in
at
the
Rocky
Mountains
and
bumping
off
a
few
bears.
His
manifest
pippedness
excited
my
compash,
and
I
ventured
a
kindly
word.
“I
don’t
suppose
you
know
what
au
pied
de
la
lettre
means,
Tuppy,
but
that’s
how
I
don’t
think
you
ought
to
take
all
that
stuff
Angela
was
saying
just
now
too
much.”
He
seemed
interested.
“What
the
devil,”
he
asked,
“are
you
talking
about?”
I
saw
that
I
should
have
to
make
myself
clearer.
“Don’t
take
all
that
guff
of
hers
too
literally,
old
man.
You
know
what
girls
are
like.”
“I
do,”
he
said,
with
another
snort
that
came
straight
up
from
his
insteps.
“And
I
wish
I’d
never
met
one.”
“I
mean
to
say,
it’s
obvious
that
she
must
have
spotted
you
in
those
bushes
and
was
simply
talking
to
score
off
you.
There
you
were,
I
mean,
if
you
follow
the
psychology,
and
she
saw
you,
and
in
that
impulsive
way
girls
have,
she
seized
the
opportunity
of
ribbing
you
a
bit--just
told
you
a
few
home
truths,
I
mean
to
say.”
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