Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Bill Oakshott with a heavy burden

That Bill was not at his serenest and most tranquil was indicated at once to Lord Ickenham's experienced eye by his appearance and deportment. His hair was ruffled, as if he had been passing a fevered hand through it, and that glazed look was back in his eyes. He was a young man who, when things went awry, always endeavored, after the fashion of the modern young man, to preserve the easy repose of manner of a red Indian at the stake, but it was plain that whatever had occurred to upset him now was of a magnitude which rendered impossible such an exhibition of stoicism.

(from Uncle Dynamite, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

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