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The Little Warrior
The Little Warrior, Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Parker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him. Parker! His voice had a ring of pain. Sir? What's this? Poached egg,, The Little Warrior has a rating of 4.5 stars
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The Little Warrior, Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Parker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him. Parker! His voice had a ring of pain. Sir? What's this? Poached egg,, The Little Warrior
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  • The Little Warrior
  • Written by author P. G. Wodehouse
  • Published by Wilder Publications, September 2009
  • Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Parker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him. "Parker!" His voice had a ring of pain. "Sir?" "What's this?" "Poached egg,
  • Sally never would have guessed a fortune could prove such a disadvantage, until she had one.... this explains why she agrees to back a show written by her fiancé Gerald and staged by her brother, Fillmore. It seems like a good idea at the time ...
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Freddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Parker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him. "Parker!" His voice had a ring of pain. "Sir?" "What's this?" "Poached egg, sir." Freddie averted his eyes with a silent shudder. "It looks just like an old aunt of mine," he said. "Remove it!" He got up, and, wrapping his dressing-gown about his long legs, took up a stand in front of the fireplace. From this position he surveyed the room, his shoulders against the mantelpiece, his calves pressing the club-fender. It was a cheerful oasis in a chill and foggy world, a typical London bachelor's breakfast-room. The walls were a restful gray, and the table, set for two, a comfortable arrangement in white and silver.


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