Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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page 44 of 357 (12%)
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"You." I goggled again. "You don't mean me?" "I mean you in person." I goggled a third time. "You're pulling my leg." "I am not pulling your leg. Nothing would induce me to touch your beastly leg. The vicar was to have officiated, but when I got home I found a letter from him saying that he had strained a fetlock and must scratch his nomination. You can imagine the state I was in. I telephoned all over the place. Nobody would take it on. And then suddenly I thought of you." I decided to check all this rot at the outset. Nobody is more eager to oblige deserving aunts than Bertram Wooster, but there are limits, and sharply denned limits, at that. "So you think I'm going to strew prizes at this bally Dotheboys Hall of yours?" "I do." "And make a speech?" |
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