RIGHT HO, JEEVES by P. G. Wodehouse

Many of my happiest moments had been those which I had spent champing this great man's roasts and ragouts, and the prospect of being barred from digging into them in the future was a numbing one. "No, I say, dash it!" "I thought that would rattle you. Greedy young pig." "Greedy young pigs have nothing to do with it," I said with a touch of hauteur. ................
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