The Long Arm of Looney Coote - P. G. Wodehouse
In addition to adenoids, the Right Hon. the Marquess of Cricklewood had - or seemed to have - a potato of the maximum size and hotness in his mouth, and he had learned his elocution in one of those correspondence schools which teach it by mail. I caught his first sentence - that he would only detain us a moment - but for fifteen minutes after that he baffled me completely. That he was still speaking I could tell by the way his Adam's apple wiggled, but what he was saying I could not even guess.
यो उद्धारणमा ट्रेन गर्नुहोस्
पाठ सम्पादन गर्नुहोस्
वा केवल कमेन्ट छोड्नुहोस्:
