A Prefect's Uncle by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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'It's a fair copy. The one Monk showed me was rather smudged. I suppose they thought you might be hurt if you got an inky round-robin. Considerate chap, Monk.' 'Let's have a look,' said Marriott. 'By Jove. I say, listen to this bit. Like Macaulay, isn't it?' He read extracts from the ultimatum. 'Let's have it,' said Gethryn, stretching out a hand. 'Not much. I'm going to keep it, and have it framed.' 'All right. I'm going down now to put up the list.' When he had returned to the study, Monk and Danvers came quietly downstairs to look at the notice-board. It was dark in the passage, and Monk had to strike a light before he could see to read. 'By George,' he said, as the match flared up, 'Reece was right. He has.' 'Well, there's one consolation,' commented Danvers viciously, 'they can't possibly get that cup now. They'll have to put us in again soon, you see if they don't.' ''M, yes,' said Monk doubtfully. |
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