A Head of Kay's by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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"Oh, that's all right," said Silver. "Masters never come to Cove Reservoir. It's a sort of unwritten law. They're rotters to smoke, all the same. Certain to get spotted some day.... Not worth it.... Spoils lungs.... Beastly bad ... training." He dozed off. The sun was warm, and the grass very soft and comfortable. Kennedy turned his gaze to the Reservoir again. It was no business of his what Walton and Perry did. Walton and Perry were discussing ways and means. The conversation changed as they saw Kennedy glance at them. They were the sort of persons who feel a vague sense of injury when anybody looks at them, perhaps because they feel that those whose attention is attracted to them must say something to their discredit when they begin to talk about them. "There's that beast Kennedy," said Walton. "I can't stick that man. He's always hanging round the house. What he comes for, I can't make out." "Pal of Fenn's," suggested Perry. "He hangs on to Fenn. I bet Fenn bars him really." Perry doubted this in his innermost thoughts, but it was not worth while to say so. "Those Blackburn chaps," continued Walton, reverting to another grievance, "will stick on no end of side next term about that cup. |
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