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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“They
didn’t
throw
eggs,
or
anything?”
“Not
a
thing.”
He
expelled
a
deep
breath,
and
for
a
space
stood
staring
in
silence
at
a
passing
slug.
“Well,”
he
said,
at
length,
“it
may
be
all
right.
Possibly
I
am
letting
the
thing
prey
on
my
mind
too
much.
I
may
be
wrong
in
supposing
it
the
fate
that
is
worse
than
death.
But
I’ll
tell
you
this
much:
the
prospect
of
that
prize-giving
on
the
thirty-first
of
this
month
has
been
turning
my
existence
into
a
nightmare.
I
haven’t
been
able
to
sleep
or
think
or
eat
...
By
the
way,
that
reminds
me.
You
never
explained
that
cipher
telegram
about
the
sausages
and
ham.”
“It
wasn’t
a
cipher
telegram.
I
wanted
you
to
go
light
on
the
food,
so
that
she
would
realize
you
were
in
love.”
He
laughed
hollowly.
“I
see.
Well,
I’ve
been
doing
that,
all
right.”
“Yes,
I
was
noticing
at
dinner.
Splendid.”
“I
don’t
see
what’s
splendid
about
it.
It’s
not
going
to
get
me
anywhere.
I
shall
never
be
able
to
ask
her
to
marry
me.
I
couldn’t
find
nerve
to
do
that
if
I
lived
on
wafer
biscuits
for
the
rest
of
my
life.”
“But,
dash
it,
Gussie.
In
these
romantic
surroundings.
I
should
have
thought
the
whispering
trees
alone----”
“I
don’t
care
what
you
would
have
thought.
I
can’t
do
it.”
“Oh,
come!”
“I
can’t.
She
seems
so
aloof,
so
remote.”
“She
doesn’t.”
“Yes,
she
does.
Especially
when
you
see
her
sideways.
Have
you
seen
her
sideways,
Bertie?
That
cold,
pure
profile.
It
just
takes
all
the
heart
out
of
one.”
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