sh-h-hed

Updated: May 2, 2025

This sort of thing does not help bright and sparkling conversation. I sh-h-hed, and passed on. At the back of the O.P. corner Timothy Prince, the comedian, was filling in the time before the next entrance by waltzing with one of the stage-carpenters. He suspended the operation to greet me. "Hullo, dear heart," he said, "how goes it?" "Seen Briggs anywhere?" I asked.

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