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whatho and mllesatine. Much thanks."I endeavour to give satisfaction," Jeeves paused. I eyed him with a bit of uncertainty, rather like I think that chap who went around slaying dragons all the time when a fresh dragon showed up at a time when he was out of his armour and his sword had gone away to be spring-cleaned and his horse was having lunch. Not that I'd call Jeeves a dragon. Or myself a saint, for that matter. In fact, some people, naming no aunts, claim Jeeves is a saint for putting up with me. Which I suppose would make me a dragon. Anyway, the point I am trying to convey is, that when Jeeves pauses like that it's dashed worrying, because he's obviously turning something over in his mighty brain, and I was, I admit, just a bit convulsing with anxiety that I'd gone one step too far and the next words out of his mouth were going to be "I wish to tender my resignation, sir."
Jeeves has very noticeable eyebrows. I notice them, anyway. One of his eyebrows went up, some fraction of an inch, and his mouth twitched just a bit. He said, in his usual mellow and mellifluous tones, "...young Master."
A gentleman must draw a veil over what followed - the private relationship of a gentleman with his gentleman's gentleman being no concern of the rest of the world - but if you were in any doubt, Jeeves always gives the utmost satisfaction. And I endeavour to reciprocate.
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