Her cheerful smile as she went out struck me as one of the most pathetic sights I had ever seen. Poor child, bustling off so brightly when her whole future rested on Ukridge's ability to raise a hundred pounds! I presumed that he was relying on one of those Utopian schemes of his which were to bring him in thousands - "at a conservative estimate, laddie!" - and not for the first time in a friendship of years the reflection came to me that Ukridge ought to be in some sort of home. A capital fellow in many respects, but not a man lightly to be allowed at large.
(from "The Return of Battling Billson," by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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