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The vicar himself had complimented him only yesterday on the good his sermons against the drink evil were doing in the village, and the landlord of the Three Pigeons down the road had on several occasions spoken bitter things about blighters who came taking the living away from honest folks. "It is easy enough to stop if you will but use a little resolution.
The fact is, darling, I am terribly worried. 'My darling, he will say " Aunt Dahlia interrupted at this point to observe that these Traverses seemed to be a pretty soppy couple of blighters, to judge by their dialogue. She also wished to know when I was going to get to the point. I gave her a look.
She smiled meaninglessly and said for the first time with any real note of conviction: "Nothing!" Alaric sat down gloomily beside his mother. "I always thought bank directors were BLIGHTERS. Good Lord, what a mess!" He looked the picture of misery. "What's to become of Ethel, mater?" "Whoever shelters me must shelter Ethel as well," replied the mother sadly.
Whereupon he would awake in a Cold Sweat and try to think of a safe Recipe for poisoning Boulevard Blighters. One day Bernice went out into the Sunshine and found something and brought it home with her and put it on a Rug in the Elizabethan Room. Father came in and took one look and said: "Not for Mine! I won't stand for any Puss Willow being grafted on to our Family Tree."
"But oughtn't you to be at your post doing whatever it is you do? What do you do?" Ginger stirred his tea thoughtfully and gave his mind to the question. "Well, I sort of mess about, you know." He pondered. "I interview divers blighters and tell 'em your brother is out and take their names and addresses and... oh, all that sort of thing." "Does Fillmore consult you much?"
A cloud of thick black smoke shot high into the air, and as it rose a very waterspout descended upon the little ship. Roy and Ken staggered back, half deafened by the appalling concussion. 'Got that one, anyway, they heard Grimball exclaim, as he dashed back to the bridge and rang the engine bell for full steam. 'Got him all right. Next question is whether the blighters will get us.
I can't imagine why I made all that fuss about a potty job like distributing prizes at a rotten little country grammar school. Can you imagine, Bertie?" "Exactly. Nor can I imagine. There's simply nothing to it. I just shin up on the platform, drop a few gracious words, hand the little blighters their prizes, and hop down again, admired by all.
"It's a good stunt that, if too many blighters don't try it on," observed the subaltern, reaching for Peter's warm. "But they did my last leave, and I got the devil of a choking off from the brass-hat in charge. It's the Staff train, and they only take Prime Ministers, journalists, and trade-union officials in addition. How's that, padre?" "Thanks," said Peter, subsiding.
Just look in here," and he pointed to a house, the front of which was completely blown away, but the rest of which remained comparatively intact. "There's the room just as those poor blighters of Belgians left it," continued the sergeant. "See the baby's shoes, and the kiddy's dress?
They must be up and doing if they wish to retain the esteem of Pleasant Street. Aha!" Another and a longer explosion from below, and more bullets wasted themselves on air. Psmith sighed. "They make me tired," he said. "This is no time for a feu de joie. Action! That is the cry. Action! Get busy, you blighters!"
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