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Ukridge’s Dog College - (1)
“Laddie,” said Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, that much-enduring man, helping himself to my tobacco and slipping the pouch absently int…
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Ukridge’s Dog College - (2)
“I think you’re a bit optimistic if you’re looking on it as a loan.” “What Ukridge needs is capital.” “He thinks that, too. So does Gooch,…
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Ukridge’s Accident Syndicate - (1)
“Half a minute, laddie,” said Ukridge. And, gripping my arm, he brought me to a halt on the outskirts of the little crowd which had collect…
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Ukridge’s Accident Syndicate - (2)
We gazed after him in silence as he tripped down the street. We noted the careful manner in which he paused at the corner to eye the traffi…
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The Début of Battling Billson - (1)
It becomes increasingly difficult, I have found, as time goes by, to recall the exact circumstances in which one first became acquainted wi…
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The Début of Battling Billson - (2)
A wailing cry rose above the din of excited patrons of sport endeavouring to explain to their neighbours how it had all happened. It was th…
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First Aid for Dora - (1)
Never in the course of a long and intimate acquaintance having been shown any evidence to the contrary, I had always looked on Stanley Feat…
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First Aid for Dora - (2)
“Matter?” “Why,” I said, “are you looking at me like a fish with lung-trouble?” “Was I?” He took a sip of coffee with an overdone carelessn…
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The Return of Battling Billson - (1)
It was a most embarrassing moment, one of those moments which plant lines on the face and turn the hair a distinguished grey at the temples…
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The Return of Battling Billson - (2)
“Yes, till that ghastly female and her blighted boy had got well away.” Pained astonishment was written all over Ukridge’s face. “You don’t…
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Ukridge Sees her Through - (1)
The girl from the typewriting and stenographic bureau had a quiet but speaking eye. At first it had registered nothing but enthusiasm and t…
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Ukridge Sees her Through - (2)
“I shouldn’t have thought so from what you were telling me the other night.” “What happened the other night was the cause of all the troubl…
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No Wedding Bells for him - (1)
To Ukridge, as might be expected from one of his sunny optimism, the whole affair has long since come to present itself in the light of yet…
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No Wedding Bells for him - (2)
“I was just thinking that, if you were to write them an anonymous letter, accusing me of all sorts of things——Might say I was married alrea…
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The Long Arm of Looney Coote - (1)
Given private means sufficiently large to pad them against the moulding buffets of Life, it is extraordinary how little men change in after…
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The Long Arm of Looney Coote - (2)
“What do you mean, desperately close-run race? You said in your wire that it was a walk-over for Boko.” “That was just to fool the telegrap…
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The Exit of Battling Billson - (1)
The Theatre Royal, Llunindnno, is in the middle of the principal thoroughfare of that repellent town, and immediately opposite its grubby m…
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The Exit of Battling Billson - (2)
“I’m not going to fight!” Mr. Previn’s exuberance fell from him like a garment. His cigar dropped from his mouth, and his beady eyes glitte…
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Ukridge Rounds a Nasty Corner - (1)
The late Sir Rupert Lakenheath, K.C.M.G., C.B., M.V.O., was one of those men at whom their countries point with pride. Until his retirement…
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Ukridge Rounds a Nasty Corner - (2)
“I know. He is always talking about it.” She looked at me with round eyes exactly like a Persian kitten’s. “I suppose you will be his best…