The Pothunters by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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'Anyhow, he's not in for it this year. Thomson's my man. It'll be a near thing, though.' 'Jolly near thing. With Drake in front.' 'Thomson.' 'Drake.' 'All right, we'll see. Wonder why the beak doesn't come up. I can't sit here doing Livy all the evening. And yet if we stop he's bound to look in.' 'Oh Lord, is that what you've been worrying about? I thought you'd developed the work habit or something. Ward's all right. He's out on the tiles tonight. Gone to a dinner at Philpott's.' 'Good man, how do you know? Are you certain?' 'Heard him telling Prater this morning. Half the staff have gone. Good opportunity for a chap to go for a stroll if he wanted to. Shall we, by the way?' 'Not for me, thanks. I'm in the middle of a rather special book. Ever read _Great Expectations_? Dickens, you know.' 'I know. Haven't read it, though. Always rather funk starting on a classic, somehow. Good?' |
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