Jeeves and the Morbid Defect
Prologue
It was as the mists and mellow fruitfulness of August drifted into the metropolis that I departed London for Herne Bay. I was looking forward with no small delectation to the prospect of two peaceful weeks fishing. But I was loath to leave Mr Wooster in such low spirits as he was on the date of my departure.
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