A Prefect's Uncle by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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critical eye.
'I did feel rather fit,' said he. 'But I don't think half those that got you would have taken wickets in a match. You aren't in form yet.' 'I tell you what it is, Bishop,' said Norris, 'I believe I'm going to be a rank failure this season. Being captain does put one off.' 'Don't be an idiot, man. How can you possibly tell after one day's play at the nets?' 'I don't know. I feel so beastly anxious somehow. I feel as if I was personally responsible for every match lost. It was all right last year when John Brown was captain. Good old John! Do you remember his running you out in the Charchester match?' 'Don't,' said Gethryn pathetically. 'The only time I've ever felt as if I really was going to make that century. By Jove, see that drive? Pringle seems all right.' 'Yes, you know, he'll simply walk into his Blue when he goes up to the Varsity. What do you think of Baynes?' 'Ought to be rather useful on his wicket. Jephson thinks he's good.' Mr Jephson looked after the School cricket. 'Yes, I believe he rather fancies him,' said Norris. 'Says he ought to do some big things if we get any rain. Hullo, Pringle, are you coming out? You'd better go in, then, Bishop.' |
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