Little Warrior by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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pest around the home. My only redeeming point was the way I
worshipped _you_!" "What!" "Oh, yes. You probably didn't notice it at the time, for I had a curious way of expressing my adoration. But you remain the brightest memory of a checkered youth." Jill searched his face with grave eyes, then shook her head again. "Nothing stirs?" asked the man sympathetically. "It's too maddening! Why does one forget things?" She reflected. "You aren't Bobby Morrison?" "I am not. What is more, I never was!" Jill dived into the past once more and emerged with another possibility. "Or Charlie--Charlie what was it?--Charlie Field?" "You wound me! Have you forgotten that Charlie Field wore velvet Lord Fauntleroy suits and long golden curls? My past is not smirched with anything like that." "Would I remember your name if you told me?" "I don't know. I've forgotten yours. Your surname, that is. Of course I remember that your Christian name was Jill. It has always seemed to |
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