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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“No.
But
they
did
after
she
got
back.”
“What?”
“Don’t
keep
saying,
‘What?’
You
heard.”
“But
she
hasn’t
seen
anybody
since
she
got
back.”
“Oh,
no?
How
about
that
newt
bloke?”
“Gussie?”
“Precisely.
The
serpent
Fink-Nottle.”
This
seemed
to
me
absolute
gibbering.
“But
Gussie
loves
the
Bassett.”
“You
can’t
all
love
this
blighted
Bassett.
What
astonishes
me
is
that
anyone
can
do
it.
He
loves
Angela,
I
tell
you.
And
she
loves
him.”
“But
Angela
handed
you
your
hat
before
Gussie
ever
got
here.”
“No,
she
didn’t.
Couple
of
hours
after.”
“He
couldn’t
have
fallen
in
love
with
her
in
a
couple
of
hours.”
“Why
not?
I
fell
in
love
with
her
in
a
couple
of
minutes.
I
worshipped
her
immediately
we
met,
the
popeyed
little
excrescence.”
“But,
dash
it----”
“Don’t
argue,
Bertie.
The
facts
are
all
docketed.
She
loves
this
newt-nuzzling
blister.”
“Quite
absurd,
laddie--quite
absurd.”
“Oh?”
He
ground
a
heel
into
the
carpet--a
thing
I’ve
often
read
about,
but
had
never
seen
done
before.
“Then
perhaps
you
will
explain
how
it
is
that
she
happens
to
come
to
be
engaged
to
him?”
You
could
have
knocked
me
down
with
a
f.
“Engaged
to
him?”
“She
told
me
herself.”
“She
was
kidding
you.”
“She
was
not
kidding
me.
Shortly
after
the
conclusion
of
this
afternoon’s
binge
at
Market
Snodsbury
Grammar
School
he
asked
her
to
marry
him,
and
she
appears
to
have
right-hoed
without
a
murmur.”
“There
must
be
some
mistake.”
“There
was.
The
snake
Fink-Nottle
made
it,
and
by
now
I
bet
he
realizes
it.
I’ve
been
chasing
him
since
5.30.”
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