The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotton to say “When!”
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Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing-glove.
He blinked, like some knight of King Arthur’s court, who, galloping to perform a deed of derring-do, has had the misfortune to collide witha tree.
It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.
There is no doubt that Jeeves’s pick-me-up will produce immediate results in anything short of an Egyptian mummy.
I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanor was rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the Down express in the small of the back.