Psmith in the City by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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Psmith clicked his tongue sympathetically.
'In Australia--' said Edward. 'I went talking on, laughing and joking, when all of a sudden she flew out at me. How was I to know she was 'eart and soul in the movement? You never told me,' he added accusingly to his host. 'In Australia--' said Edward. 'I'll go and try and get her round. How was I to know?' Mr Richards thrust back his chair and bounded from the room. 'Now, iawinyaw, iear oiler--' said Comrade Prebble judicially, but was interrupted. 'How very disturbing!' said Mr Waller. 'I am so sorry that this should have happened. Ada is such a touchy, sensitive girl. She--' 'In Australia,' said Edward in even tones, 'they've _got_ Women's Suffrage already. Did _you_ know that?' he said to Mike. Mike made no answer. His eyes were fixed on his plate. A bead of perspiration began to roll down his forehead. If his feelings could have been ascertained at that moment, they would have been summed up in the words, 'Death, where is thy sting?' |
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