Death at the Excelsior - And Other Stories by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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He shook his head at her. "This is considerably sharper than a serpent's tooth," he said. "You should be fawning gratefully upon me, not laughing. Do you suppose King Charles laughed at my ancestor when he ate the despatches? However, for the first time since I have been in this house I feel as if I had had a square meal." Eve became suddenly serious. The smile left her face. "Mr. Rayner, please don't think I'm ungrateful. I couldn't help laughing, but I can't tell you how grateful I am. You don't know what it would have been like if she had found out that I had revoked. I did it once before, and she kept on about it for days and days. It was awful." She shivered. "I think you must be right, and my nerves _are_ going." He nodded. "So are you--to-morrow, by the first train. I wonder how soon we can get married. Do you know anything about special licenses?" She looked at him curiously. "You're very obstinate," she said. "Firm," he corrected. "Firm. Could you pack to-night, do you think, and be ready for that ten-fifty to-morrow morning?" |
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