Little Warrior by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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"It can't last," said Jill, shaking her head. "One of these days you'll meet some lovely American girl and then you'll put a worm down her back or pull her hair or whatever it is you do when you want to show your devotion, and . . . What are you looking at? Is something interesting going on behind me?" He had been looking past her out into the room. "It's nothing," he said. "Only there's a statuesque old lady about two tables back of you who has been staring at you, with intervals for refreshment, for the last five minutes. You seem to fascinate her." "An old lady?" "Yes. With a glare! She looks like Dunsany's Bird of the Difficult Eye. Count ten and turn carelessly round. There, at that table. Almost behind you." "Good Heavens!" exclaimed Jill. She turned quickly round again. "What's the matter? Do you know her? Somebody you don't want to meet?" "It's Lady Underhill! And Derek's with her!" Wally had been lifting his glass. He put it down rather suddenly. |
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