"You must take care of it. Don't leave it lying about. We don't want somebody pinching it."
A look of pain passed over Anselm's spiritual face. "You are not suggesting that the vicar would stoop to such an act?"
"I was thinking more," said Myrtle, "of Joe Beamish."
She was alluding to a member of her loved one's little flock who had at one time been a fairly prosperous burglar. Seeing the light after about sixteen prison sentences, he had given up his lifework and now raised vegetables and sang in the choir
(from Eggs Beans and Crumpets, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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