P. G. Wodehouse
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#181
The rain had stopped when Psmith stepped out into the street, and the sun was shining again in that half blustering, half apologetic manner which it affects on its reappearance after a summer shower.
#179
'Is that young lady a nurse?' he asked.
'Do you want a nurse?' inquired Miss Clarkson.
'I want that nurse,' said Psmith with conviction.
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