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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“Don’t
apologize,
ducky.
Can’t
you
see
how
pleased
we
all
are?
What
were
you
doing
out
here,
anyway?”
“Just
taking
a
stroll.”
“I
see.
And
are
you
proposing
to
continue
your
stroll?”
“No,
I
think
I’ll
go
in
now.”
“That’s
fine.
Because
I
was
thinking
of
going
in,
too,
and
I
don’t
believe
I
could
sleep
knowing
you
were
out
here
giving
rein
to
that
powerful
imagination
of
yours.
The
next
thing
that
would
happen
would
be
that
you
would
think
you
saw
a
pink
elephant
sitting
on
the
drawing-room
window-sill
and
start
throwing
bricks
at
it....
Well,
come
on,
Tom,
the
entertainment
seems
to
be
over....
But
wait.
The
newt
king
wishes
a
word
with
us....
Yes,
Mr.
Fink-Nottle?”
Gussie,
as
he
joined
our
little
group,
seemed
upset
about
something.
“I
say!”
“Say
on,
Augustus.”
“I
say,
what
are
we
going
to
do?”
“Speaking
for
myself,
I
intend
to
return
to
bed.”
“But
the
door’s
shut.”
“What
door?”
“The
front
door.
Somebody
must
have
shut
it.”
“Then
I
shall
open
it.”
“But
it
won’t
open.”
“Then
I
shall
try
another
door.”
“But
all
the
other
doors
are
shut.”
“What?
Who
shut
them?”
“I
don’t
know.”
I
advanced
a
theory!
“The
wind?”
Aunt
Dahlia’s
eyes
met
mine.
“Don’t
try
me
too
high,”
she
begged.
“Not
now,
precious.”
And,
indeed,
even
as
I
spoke,
it
did
strike
me
that
the
night
was
pretty
still.
Uncle
Tom
said
we
must
get
in
through
a
window.
Aunt
Dahlia
sighed
a
bit.
“How?
Could
Lloyd
George
do
it,
could
Winston
do
it,
could
Baldwin
do
it?
No.
Not
since
you
had
those
bars
of
yours
put
on.”
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