Lady Maude's Mania
By George Manville Fenn
19 Nov, 2019
“Con-found those organs!” said the Earl of Barmouth.
“And frustrate their grinders,” cried Viscount Diphoos.
“They are such a nuisance, my boy.”
“True, oh sire,” replied the viscount, who had the heels of his patent leather s
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“Con-found those organs!” said the Earl of Barmouth.
“And frustrate their grinders,” cried Viscount Diphoos.
“They are such a nuisance, my boy.”
“True, oh sire,” replied the viscount, who had the heels of his patent leather shoes on the library chimney-piece of the town mansion in Portland Place. He had reached that spot with difficulty and was smoking a cigar, to calm his nerves for what he called the operation.
“Tom, my boy.”
“Yes, gov’nor.”
“If her ladyship faints—”
“If what?” cried the viscount, bringing his heels into the fender with a crash. Less
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