The Politeness of Princes - and Other School Stories by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse
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"Hullo! What's up, you ass, Spencer?" inquired Phipps. Spencer said nothing. "Where shall we go?" asked Thomas. "Oh, chuck it!" said Phipps the peacemaker. Spencer and Thomas were eyeing each other warily. "You chaps aren't going to fight?" said Phipps. The notion seemed to distress him. "Unless he cares to take a kicking," said Spencer suavely. "Not to-day, I think, thanks," replied Thomas without heat. "Then, look here!" said Phipps briskly, "I know a ripping little place just off the Lelby Road. It isn't five minutes' walk, and there's no chance of being booked there. Rot if someone was to come and stop it half-way through. It's in a field; thick hedges. No one can see. And I tell you what--I'll keep time. I've got a watch. Two minute rounds, and half-a-minute in between, and I'm the referee; so, if anybody fouls the other chap, I'll stop the fight. See? Come on!" Of the details of that conflict we have no very clear record. Phipps is enthusiastic, but vague. He speaks in eulogistic terms of a "corker" which Spencer brought off in the second round, and, again, of |
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