''Good God,' said Rupert putting down the telephone, 'she actually liked it. 'Go and collect the rest of the plates, and see if Lord Baddingham and Miss Cook would like some fresh fruit, as they didn't get any dessert. 'So do I,' said Rupert. We're only covering the best gardens.
It's called For Your Eyes Only, but it's not James Bond. Now get your little asses into gear and bring me a colossal dry Martini, and my friend here would like? Whisky is it still, Declan 'Hullo, Valerie,' said Monica, who was wearing a green sou'wester over a headscarf. 'I'm telling the truth.
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