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Updated: May 2, 2025
After breakfast I lit a cigarette and went to the open window to inspect the day. It certainly was one of the best and brightest. "Jeeves," I said. "Sir?" said Jeeves. He had been clearing away the breakfast things, but at the sound of the young master's voice cheesed it courteously. "You were absolutely right about the weather. It is a juicy morning." "Decidedly, sir." "Spring and all that."
"Talking of shedding tears," I said firmly, "it may interest you to know that there is an aching heart in Brinkley Court." This held her. She cheesed the rabbit theme. Her face, which had been aglow with what I supposed was a pretty animation, clouded. She unshipped a sigh that sounded like the wind going out of a rubber duck. "Ah, yes. Life is very sad, isn't it?" "It is for some people.
What exactly would it be like, being alone often and for lengthy periods with Freddie? Well, it would, she assumed, be like this. "It's all right," said Freddie without looking up. "He did get out! He had a bomb on him, and he threatened to drop it and blow the place to pieces unless the blighters let him go. So they cheesed it. I knew he had something up his sleeve." Like this!
Let me blow de head off'n him! he said, with simple fervour; and, advancing a step nearer, he waved his disengaged fist truculently. In my role of Sam I had plainly made myself very unpopular. I have never heard so much emotion packed into a few words. Buck, to my relief, opposed the motion. I thought this decent of Buck. 'Cheese it, he said curtly. The other cheesed it.
I bin rubberin. Aw, quit yer foolin', Sam, where is he? 'I couldn't tell you just where he is at the present moment, I said precisely. 'Ahr chee! Let me swot him one! begged the man with the pistol; a most unlovable person. I could never have made a friend of him. 'Cheese it, you! said Mr MacGinnis. The other cheesed it once more, regretfully.
The dance had just finished, and Cyril and his pals had shuffled off into the wings when a voice spoke from the darkness on my right. "Pop!" Old Blumenfield clapped his hands, and the hero, who had just been about to get the next line off his diaphragm, cheesed it. I peered into the shadows. Who should it be but Jeeves's little playmate with the freckles!
The mighty footman cheesed it with dignity, and afterwards, in the servants' hall, spoke very bitterly of Israel. The Prophet was extremely anxious to get a word alone with Miss Minerva. Indeed, it was really important that he should warn her of Sir Tiglath's approach, but he could find no opportunity of doing so, for Mr.
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