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A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather. I had thought, you understand, to have a jaunty walk around the metrop., it being a lovely spring morning with the flowers blooming and the birds chirping, but the minute I’d rounded the corner and spotted Miss Alice Brooke-Finchley--the latest specimen my Aunt A had trotted out from the stables in the hopes of enticing me into the bridle--I’d halted in my tracks so abruptly that Jeeves nearly overtook me.
“Jeeves,” I whispered, a note of horror in my voice, “hide me!”
Jeeves, as I’ve said many times, is a marvel of the first order and my regular readers will not be surprised when I say that the man was already in the process of hustling me into a nearby book shop before I’d quite finished asking him to hide me.
So it was that I found myself twenty minutes later, having successfully avoided the Brook-Finchley menace, emerging from Latimer and Sons’ Book Emporium with a lighter pocketbook and minus an absolutely spiffing coral silk square. While it’d been my pleasure to make Jeeves a present of a new volume he’d been coveting, giving up the cheerful silk square had been a wrench, but in the end I’d decided it was a small price to pay to be free of the unwanted female presence. And so we were able to continue our jaunty walk in the fine May morn with a spring in the step and a twinkle in the eye.
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A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather.
Date: 2010-03-09 02:17 am (UTC)A shiver ran down my spine, which I'm fairly certain had nothing to do with the warm May weather. I had thought, you understand, to have a jaunty walk around the metrop., it being a lovely spring morning with the flowers blooming and the birds chirping, but the minute I’d rounded the corner and spotted Miss Alice Brooke-Finchley--the latest specimen my Aunt A had trotted out from the stables in the hopes of enticing me into the bridle--I’d halted in my tracks so abruptly that Jeeves nearly overtook me.
“Jeeves,” I whispered, a note of horror in my voice, “hide me!”
Jeeves, as I’ve said many times, is a marvel of the first order and my regular readers will not be surprised when I say that the man was already in the process of hustling me into a nearby book shop before I’d quite finished asking him to hide me.
So it was that I found myself twenty minutes later, having successfully avoided the Brook-Finchley menace, emerging from Latimer and Sons’ Book Emporium with a lighter pocketbook and minus an absolutely spiffing coral silk square. While it’d been my pleasure to make Jeeves a present of a new volume he’d been coveting, giving up the cheerful silk square had been a wrench, but in the end I’d decided it was a small price to pay to be free of the unwanted female presence. And so we were able to continue our jaunty walk in the fine May morn with a spring in the step and a twinkle in the eye.