Oh, Brancepeth," said the girl, her voice trembling, "why haven't you money? If you only had the merest pittance - enough for a flat in Mayfair and a little weekend place in the country somewhere and a couple of good cars and a villa in the south of France and a bit of trout fishing on some decent river, I would risk all for love. But as it is . . ."
(from Lord Emsworth and Others, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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