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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
47
“He
won’t
have
a
hope
of
declining.
His
only
way
out
would
be
to
slide
off.
And
he
can’t
slide
off,
because
he
wants
to
be
with
Miss
Bassett.
No,
Gussie
will
have
to
toe
the
line,
and
I
shall
be
saved
from
a
job
at
which
I
confess
the
soul
shuddered.
Getting
up
on
a
platform
and
delivering
a
short,
manly
speech
to
a
lot
of
foul
school-kids!
Golly,
Jeeves.
I’ve
been
through
that
sort
of
thing
once,
what?
You
remember
that
time
at
the
girls’
school?”
“Very
vividly,
sir.”
“What
an
ass
I
made
of
myself!”
“Certainly
I
have
seen
you
to
better
advantage,
sir.”
“I
think
you
might
bring
me
just
one
more
of
those
dynamite
specials
of
yours,
Jeeves.
This
narrow
squeak
has
made
me
come
over
all
faint.”
I
suppose
it
must
have
taken
Aunt
Dahlia
three
hours
or
so
to
get
back
to
Brinkley,
because
it
wasn’t
till
well
after
lunch
that
her
telegram
arrived.
It
read
like
a
telegram
that
had
been
dispatched
in
a
white-hot
surge
of
emotion
some
two
minutes
after
she
had
read
mine.
As
follows:
Am
taking
legal
advice
to
ascertain
whether
strangling
an
idiot
nephew
counts
as
murder.
If
it
doesn’t
look
out
for
yourself.
Consider
your
conduct
frozen
limit.
What
do
you
mean
by
planting
your
loathsome
friends
on
me
like
this?
Do
you
think
Brinkley
Court
is
a
leper
colony
or
what
is
it?
Who
is
this
Spink-Bottle?
Love.
Travers.
I
had
expected
some
such
initial
reaction.
I
replied
in
temperate
vein:
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