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'You don't analyse such sunlit perfection, you just bask in its warmth and splendour.' Stephen Fry A Blandings novelLady Constance Keeble, sister of Lord Emsworth of Blandings Castle, has both an imperious manner and a valuable diamond necklace. The precarious peace of Blandings is shattered when her necklace becomes the object of dark plottings, for within the castle lurk some well-connected jewel thieves – among them the Honourable Freddie Threepwood, Lord Emsworth's younger son, who wants the reward money to set up a bookmaking business. Psmith, the elegant socialist, is also after it for his newly married chum Mike. And on patrol with the impossible task of bringing management to Blandings is the Efficient Baxter, whose strivings for order lead to a memorable encounter with the castle flowerpots.Will peace ever return to Blandings Castle...?
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Blandings Castle (England : Imaginary place), Classic Literature, English Humorous stories, Fiction, Humor (Fiction), Nobility, Translations into Russian, British and irish fiction (fictional works by one author), Fiction, humorous, England, fiction, Fiction, humorous, generalPlaces
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Leave It to Psmith
December 1961, Hutchinson
Hardcover
in English
- Autograph Ed edition
0257659994 9780257659992
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"At the open window of the great library of Blandings Castle, drooping like a wet sock, as was his habit when he had nothing to prop his spine against, the Earl Of Emsworth, that amiable and boneheaded peer, stood gazing out over his domain."
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"At the open window of the great library of Blandings Castle, drooping like a wet sock, as was his habit when he had nothing to prop his spine against, the Earl Of Emsworth, that amiable and boneheaded peer, stood gazing out over his domain."
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