Mike and Psmith by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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"Is Wilson in too?"
"No. He got a hundred lines." Stone and Robinson were quite concerned. "What a beastly swindle!" "That's because you don't play cricket. Old Downing lets you do what you like if you join the Fire Brigade and play cricket." "'We are, above all, a keen school,'" quoted Stone. "Don't you ever play?" "I have played a bit," said Mike. "Well, why don't you have a shot? We aren't such flyers here. If you know one end of a bat from the other, you could get into some sort of a team. Were you at school anywhere before you came here?" "I was at Wrykyn." "Why on earth did you leave?" asked Stone. "Were you sacked?" "No. My father took me away." "Wrykyn?" said Robinson. "Are you any relation of the Jacksons there--J.W. and the others?" "Brother." |
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