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Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
257
Well,
dashed
difficult,
of
course,
to
know
what
to
say
when
someone
is
giving
you
the
old
oil
on
a
scale
like
that.
I
muttered
an
“Oh,
yes?”
or
something
on
those
lines,
and
rubbed
the
billowy
portions
in
some
embarrassment.
And
there
was
another
silence,
broken
only
by
a
sharp
howl
as
I
rubbed
a
bit
too
hard.
“Bertie.”
“Hullo?”
I
heard
her
give
a
sort
of
gulp.
“Bertie,
will
you
be
chivalrous
now?”
“Rather.
Only
too
pleased.
How
do
you
mean?”
“I
am
going
to
try
you
to
the
utmost.
I
am
going
to
test
you
as
few
men
have
ever
been
tested.
I
am
going----”
I
didn’t
like
the
sound
of
this.
“Well,”
I
said
doubtfully,
“always
glad
to
oblige,
you
know,
but
I’ve
just
had
the
dickens
of
a
bicycle
ride,
and
I’m
a
bit
stiff
and
sore,
especially
in
the--as
I
say,
a
bit
stiff
and
sore.
If
it’s
anything
to
be
fetched
from
upstairs----”
“No,
no,
you
don’t
understand.”
“I
don’t,
quite,
no.”
“Oh,
it’s
so
difficult....
How
can
I
say
it?...
Can’t
you
guess?”
“No.
I’m
dashed
if
I
can.”
“Bertie--let
me
go!”
“But
I
haven’t
got
hold
of
you.”
“Release
me!”
“Re----”
And
then
I
suddenly
got
it.
I
suppose
it
was
fatigue
that
had
made
me
so
slow
to
apprehend
the
nub.
“What?”
I
staggered,
and
the
left
pedal
came
up
and
caught
me
on
the
shin.
But
such
was
the
ecstasy
in
the
soul
that
I
didn’t
utter
a
cry.
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