The Little Nugget by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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like Buck.'
'Oh, Buck!' said White scornfully. We turned towards the house as the sound of the bell came to us across the field. 'Then you think we may count on Sam's arrival, sooner or later, as a certainty?' I said. 'Surest thing you know.' 'You will have a busy time.' 'All in the day's work.' 'I suppose I ought to look at it in that way. But I do wish I knew exactly what Buck meant by "fix".' White at last condescended to give his mind to the trivial point. 'I guess he'll try to put one over on you with a sand-bag,' he said carelessly. He seemed to face the prospect with calm. 'A sand-bag, eh?' I said. 'It sounds exciting.' 'And feels it. I know. I've had some.' I parted from him at the door. As a comforter he had failed to qualify. He had not eased my mind to the slightest extent. |
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