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Updated: May 10, 2025
She was unequal to the task of explaining, without hurting anyone's feelings, that she had always regarded Cuthbert as a piece of cheese and a blot on the landscape. "Introduct me!" thundered the Celebrity. "Why, certainly, certainly, of course. This is Mr. ." She looked appealingly at Cuthbert. "Banks," prompted Cuthbert. "Banks!" cried Vladimir Brusiloff. "Not Cootaboot Banks?"
You will lend me clobs, friend Cootaboot?" "Any you want." "The niblicksky is what I use most. Goot-a-bye, Mrs. Smet-thirst." They were moving to the door, when Cuthbert felt a light touch on his arm. Adeline was looking up at him tenderly. "May I come, too, and walk round with you?" Cuthbert's bosom heaved. "Oh," he said, with a tremor in his voice, "that you would walk round with me for life!"
"Is your name Cootaboot?" asked Mrs. Smethurst, faintly. "Well, it's Cuthbert." "Yais! Yais! Cootaboot!" There was a rush and swirl, as the effervescent Muscovite burst his way through the throng and rushed to where Cuthbert sat. He stood for a moment eyeing him excitedly, then, stooping swiftly, kissed him on both cheeks before Cuthbert could get his guard up.
Cuthbert, whom she had always treated with a patronizing superiority, was really a man to be looked up to and worshipped. A deep, dreamy sigh shook Adeline's fragile form. Half an hour later Vladimir and Cuthbert Banks rose. "Goot-a-bye, Mrs. Smet-thirst," said the Celebrity. "Zank you for a most charming visit. My friend Cootaboot and me we go now to shoot a few holes.
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