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Jeeves!
What do you mean by giving the young master the pip like that? You say, letters misdelivered, I say, since when is Jeeves not possessed of all the knowledge of man?
I am thrilled, however, to learn you are not now in the stomach of a shark or other beastly great fish. All has been rather cumulus-y since your unwhatsited absence from the homestead and no postal remark.
I have bought a new umbrella, but the sky now refuses the bit. Clouds cling to their cargo like clinging things. Nature is an injudicious oohaj, Jeeves.
Oh! You must disregard this letter, Jeeves. Burn it, or eat it as in a Rex Harrison story. I have just now recalled how thoroughly pipped I am at not having heard from you, and as I've no contact for the piece of silliness who did not redeliver my missives, I am quite resolved to give you the cold shoulder awhile.
Toodle pip.
Wooster