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Well, then that's just the thing. Topping! I knew I could rely on you, old bird. I'll get Lucille to ship her round to your address when she arrives. I fancy she's due to totter in somewhere in the next few days. Well, I must be popping. Toodle-oo!" "Pip-pip!" said Reggie.
One bird, he could not tell what, cried "Pippip," "Pip-pip," with perfect monotony; he could hear a night-Jar spinning very far off; an owl hooting. Ashurst moved a step or two, and again halted, aware of a dim living whiteness all round his head. On the dark unstirring trees innumerable flowers and buds all soft and blurred were being bewitched to life by the creeping moonlight.
Derek did tell me, but it's slipped the old bean. Well, he had to leg it with these people, but he's coming on later. Ought to be here any moment now." Uncle Chris plucked at his mustache gloomily. Freddie's detachment depressed him. He had looked for more animation and a greater sense of the importance of the issue. "Well, pip-pip for the present," said Freddie, moving toward the box.
Clarence seized his hat by the brim at the back, and moved it swiftly twice up and down. The other, hesitating no longer, came over to his table. "Pip-pip!" he said, in an undertone. "Toodleoo and God save the King!" whispered Clarence. The mystic ceremony which always takes place when two Boy Scouts meet in public was complete.
"I mean to say, it's nothing to Jeeves what sort of a face you have!" "No!" said Cyril. He spoke a little coldly, I fancied. I don't know why. "Well, I'll be popping. Toodle-oo!" "Pip-pip!" It must have been about a week after this rummy little episode that George Caffyn called me up and asked me if I would care to go and see a run-through of his show.
You know there ain't any guy I'm scared of but I promised Hermy " "Pip-pip!" grinned Larry. "Say, if you don't turn up t'night, d'ye know what d' bunch'll say? Dey'll say you're a quitter!" "Well, don't you say it, that's all!" said Spike, laying aside his hat and clenching his fists. "Not me!" grinned Larry.
And still that unknown bird went "Pip-pip," "Pip-pip," and there rose the busy chatter of the little trout stream, whereon the moon was flinging glances through the bars of her tree-prison. The blossom on a level with his eyes seemed to grow more living every moment, seemed with its mysterious white beauty more and more a part of his suspense.
There's an early rehearsal of 'Ask Dad' to-morrow morning, and I must be toddling. Rummy the thing should be called 'Ask Dad, when that's just what I'm not going to do. See what I mean, what, what? Well, pip-pip!" "Toodle-oo!" I said sadly, and the blighter scudded off. I dived for the phone and called up George Caffyn. "I say, George, what's all this about Cyril Bassington-Bassington?"
This would no doubt pass, but meanwhile it made him a poor listener. "Well, it's worth trying," said Reggie. "I'll give it a whirl. Toodleoo!" "Good-bye." "Pip-pip!" Reggie withdrew, and presently came the noise of the car starting. George returned to his thoughts. Time, as we understand it, ceases to exist for a man in such circumstances.
Sooner or later I'll take you to hear that high note sung by someone in a way that'll make your spine tie itself in knots round the back of your neck." "I'll count the days," said Archie, courteously. "Pip-pip!" Hardly had the door closed behind the composer when it opened again to admit Lucille. "Hallo, light of my soul!" said Archie, rising and embracing his wife.
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