P. G. Wodehouse
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Rough-Hew Them How We Will by P. G. Wodehouse
Paul Boielle was a waiter. The word ‘waiter’ suggests a soft-voiced, deft-handed being, moving swiftly and without noise in an…
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Pots O’ Money by P. G. Wodehouse
Owen Bentley was feeling embarrassed. He looked at Mr Sheppherd, and with difficulty restrained himself from standing on one leg…
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Ahead of Schedule by P. G. Wodehouse
It was to Wilson, his valet, with whom he frequently chatted in airy fashion before rising of a morning, that…
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A Mixed Threesome by P. G. Wodehouse
It was the holiday season, and during the holidays the Greens Committees have decided that the payment of twenty guineas…
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Archibald’s Benefit by P. G. Wodehouse
Archibald Mealing was one of those golfers in whom desire outruns performance. Nobody could have been more willing than Archibald.…
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A Sea of Troubles by P. G. Wodehouse
Mr Meggs’s mind was made up. He was going to commit suicide. There had been moments, in the interval which…
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At Geisenheimer’s by P. G. Wodehouse
As I walked to Geisenheimer’s that night I was feeling blue and restless, tired of New York, tired of dancing,…
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A Woman is Only a Woman by P. G. Wodehouse
On a fine day in the spring, summer, or early autumn, there are few spots more delightful than the terrace…
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Bill the Bloodhound by P. G. Wodehouse
There’s a divinity that shapes our ends. Consider the case of Henry Pifield Rice, detective. I must explain Henry early,…
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Black for Luck by P. G. Wodehouse
He was black, but comely. Obviously in reduced circumstances, he had nevertheless contrived to retain a certain smartness, a certain…
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