Love Among the Chickens

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man of my cloistered and intellectual life, especially as just now I was trying to plan out a new novel, a tricky job demanding complete quiet and seclusion. It had always been my experience that, when Ukridge was around, things began to happen swiftly and violently, rendering meditation impossible. Ukridge wa

that problem light was immediately cast by Mr

st, sir, but it was left a

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sir," said

was at present on a sketching tour in the west. I had seen him off at Waterloo a week before, and I remember that I had walked aw

but it was the postscript

he has been in England for some time. I met him in the refreshment-room at Yeovil Station. I was waiting for a down train; he had changed on his way to town. As I opened the door, I heard a huge voice entreating the lady behind the bar to 'put it in a pewter'; and there was S. F. U. in a villainous old suit of grey flannels (I'll sw

t Tuesday? I'll tell you what I'll do. (In a voice full of emotion). I'll let you have this (producing a beastly little threepenny bit with a hole in it which he had probably picked up in the street) until I can pay you back. This is of more value to me than I can well express, Licky, my boy. A very, very dear friend gave it to me when we parted, years ago... It's a wrench... Still,-no, no... You m

n the summer time it is not for the ordinary man. What I wanted, to enable me to give the public of my best (as the reviewer of a weekl

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to tell me who was at the end of that knocker. I heard Mrs. Medley's footsteps pass a

me the old horse. Where is the man

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