Death at the Excelsior - And Other Stories by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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and bullies you----"
"A nice way to speak of your hostess," said Eve, scornfully. "A very soothing way. I don't think I ever took such a dislike to a woman at first sight before. And when she started to bullyrag you, it was all I could do--But it won't last long now. You must come away at once. We'll be married after Christmas, and in the meantime you can go and live with my sister----" Eve listened speechlessly. She had so much to say that the difficulty of selection rendered her dumb. "When can you start? I mean, do you have to give a month's notice or anything?" Eve got up with a short laugh. "Good night, Mr. Rayner," she said. "You have been very amusing, but I am getting tired." "I'm glad it's all settled," said Peter. "Good night." Eve stopped. She could not go tamely away without saying a single one of the things that crowded in her mind. "Do you imagine," she said, "that I intend to marry you? Do you suppose, for one moment----" "Rather!" said Peter. "You shall have a splendid time from now on, to |
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