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I'm bound to say I was not feeling entirely at my ease. There is something about the man that is calculated to strike terror into the stoutest heart. If ever there was a bloke at the very mention of whose name it would be excusable for people to tremble like aspens, that bloke is Sir Roderick Glossop. He has an enormous bald head, all the hair which ought to be on it seeming to have run into his eyebrows, and his eyes go through you like a ..
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He was the sort of man who would have tried to cheer Napoleon up by talking about the Winter Sports at Moscow.
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She was standing by the barometer, which, if it had had an ounce of sense in its head, would have been pointing to 'Stormy' instead of 'Set Fair
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I don't get your drift." "I will continue snowing."
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You don't get any five shillings out of me.' 'Oh, all right.' He sat silent for a space. 'Things happen to guys that don't kick in their protection money,' he said dreamily.
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I call it rotten work, springing unexpected offspring on a fellow at the eleventh hour like this.
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Experience, dearly bought in the days of his residence at the University, had taught him that when the Law gripped you with its talons the only thing to do was to give a false name, say nothing and hope for the best.
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Mr Pett, receiving her cold glance squarely between the eyes, felt as if he were being disembowelled by a clumsy amateur.
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I must explain Henry early, to avoid disappointment.
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For a time the broken heart, and then suddenly the healing conviction that one is jolly well out of it.
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He's only got two sides, a bad side and a worse side,
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You go away and have a nice cup of hot tea,' said the agent, soothingly, 'and you'll be as right as anything in the morning.
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I wish people wouldn't tell me I can't do things.
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uncle-fred
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I ordered another. If this was going to be a fish-story, I needed stimulants. "On the liner going to New York I met a girl." Biffy made a sort of curious gulping noise not unlike a bulldog trying to swallow half a cutlet in a hurry so as to be ready for the other half. "Bertie, old man, I can't describe her. I simply can't describe her." This was all to the good."
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I will be your wife, Bertie.' There didn't seem much to say to this except 'Oh, thanks.
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You know, with the most charitable feelings towards him, there are moments when you can't help thinking that young Bingo ought to be in some sort of a home.
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She spoke as if she belonged to an anti-sausage society or a league for the suppression of eggs.
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Trouble, after all, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder
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It was one of those jolly, peaceful mornings that make a chappie wish he'd got a soul or something
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I could see exactly what must have happened. Insert a liberal dose of mixed spirits in a normally abstemious man, and he becomes a force. He does not stand around, twiddling his fingers and stammering. He acts. I
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I did not rush in with the vim I would have displayed a year or so earlier, before Life had made me the grim, suspicious man I am to-day:
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Fascination exists only in the imagination of the fascinated.
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humour
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It is madness to come to country houses without one's bottle of Mickey Finns.
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uncle-fred
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He was always inclined to read a fictitious sombreness into things when the shadows began to creep over the world and it was still too early for a cocktail.
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humor
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Mere surprise, however, was never enough to prevent Psmith talking. He
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Into the emotional scene which followed I need not go in detail. You will have witnessed much the same sort of thing in the pictures, when the United States Marines arrive in the nick of time to relieve the beleaguered garrison. I may sum it up by saying that he fawned upon me.
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In a cozy corner of the electric flame department of the infernal regions there stands a little silver gridiron. It is the private property of his Satanic majesty, and is reserved exclusively for the man who invented amateur theatricals.
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He had that extra four or five inches of neck which disqualifies a man for high honors in the beauty competition
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distance lends enchantment to the view,
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The water as a topic of conversation dried up.
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His spirit was willing, but his will was not spirited.
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Bertie,' he said, 'I want your advice.' 'Carry on.' 'At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody. I mean, you're a pretty consummate old ass, aren't you? Not that I want to hurt your feelings, of course.
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London was too big to be angry with. It took no notice of him. It did not care whether he was glad to be there or sorry, and there was no means of making it care. That is the peculiarity of London. There is a sort of cold unfriendliness about it. A city like New York makes the new arrival feel at home in half an hour; but London is a specialist in what Psmith in his letter had called the Distant Stare. You have to buy London's good-will.
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Blandings Castle is not for the weak.
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Hear him now as he toils. He has a long garden-implement in his hand, and he is sending up the death-rate in slug circles with a devastating rapidity. "Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay Ta-ra-ra BOOM--" And the boom is a death-knell. As it rings softly out on the pleasant spring air, another stout slug has made the Great Change."
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Too often on such occasions one feels, as I feel so strongly with regard to poor old Stilton, that the kindly thing to do would be to seize the prospective bridegroom's trousers in one's teeth and draw him back from danger, as faithful dogs do to their masters on the edge of precipices on dark nights.' 'Yes,
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If you are ignorant of Lora Delane Porter's books that is your affair. Perhaps you are more to be pitied than censured. Nature probably gave you the wrong shape of forehead. Mrs. Porter herself would have put it down to some atavistic tendency or pre-natal influence. She put most things down to that. She blamed nearly all the defects of the modern world, from weak intellects to in-growing toe-nails, on long-dead ladies and gentlemen who, sa..
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All his life he had had a horror of definite appointments. An invitation to tea a week ahead had been enough to poison life for him. He was one of those young men whose souls revolt at the thought of planning out any definite step. He could do things on the spur of the moment, but plans made him lose his nerve.
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All political meetings are very much alike. Somebody gets up and introduces the speaker of the evening, and then the speaker of the evening says at great length what he thinks of the scandalous manner in which the Government is behaving or the iniquitous goings-on of the Opposition. From time to time confederates in the audience rise and ask carefully rehearsed questions, and are answered fully and satisfactorily by the orator. When a genui..
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The voice of a donkey braying in the neighbouring meadow seemed like the mocking laughter of demons.
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You two fit like pork and beans.
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I want to see the manager." "Is there anything I could do, sir?" Archie looked at him doubtfully. "Well, as a matter of fact, my dear old desk-clerk," he said, "I want to kick up a fearful row, and it hardly seems fair to lug you into it. Why you, I mean to say? The blighter whose head I want on a charger is the bally manager."
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she would be in much the same position as one of those monarchs or dictators who wake up one morning to find that the populace has risen against them and is saying it with bombs.
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I was as limpid as dammit.
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