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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“But,
Aunt
Dahlia,
listen
to
reason.
I
assure
you,
you’ve
got
hold
of
the
wrong
man.
I’m
hopeless
at
a
game
like
that.
Ask
Jeeves
about
the
time
I
got
lugged
in
to
address
a
girls’
school.
I
made
the
most
colossal
ass
of
myself.”
“And
I
confidently
anticipate
that
you
will
make
an
equally
colossal
ass
of
yourself
on
the
thirty-first
of
this
month.
That’s
why
I
want
you.
The
way
I
look
at
it
is
that,
as
the
thing
is
bound
to
be
a
frost,
anyway,
one
may
as
well
get
a
hearty
laugh
out
of
it.
I
shall
enjoy
seeing
you
distribute
those
prizes,
Bertie.
Well,
I
won’t
keep
you,
as,
no
doubt,
you
want
to
do
your
Swedish
exercises.
I
shall
expect
you
in
a
day
or
two.”
And
with
these
heartless
words
she
beetled
off,
leaving
me
a
prey
to
the
gloomiest
emotions.
What
with
the
natural
reaction
after
Pongo’s
party
and
this
stunning
blow,
it
is
not
too
much
to
say
that
the
soul
was
seared.
And
I
was
still
writhing
in
the
depths,
when
the
door
opened
and
Jeeves
appeared.
“Mr.
Fink-Nottle
to
see
you,
sir,”
he
announced.
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I
gave
him
one
of
my
looks.
“Jeeves,”
I
said,
“I
had
scarcely
expected
this
of
you.
You
are
aware
that
I
was
up
to
an
advanced
hour
last
night.
You
know
that
I
have
barely
had
my
tea.
You
cannot
be
ignorant
of
the
effect
of
that
hearty
voice
of
Aunt
Dahlia’s
on
a
man
with
a
headache.
And
yet
you
come
bringing
me
Fink-Nottles.
Is
this
a
time
for
Fink
or
any
other
kind
of
Nottle?”
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