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Gem Collector

Name: Gem Collector
Brand: 1st World Library - Literary Society
SKU: 08412906
Price: 11.72 EUR
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Author: P G Wodehouse
ISBN: 9781421833965

P G Wodehouse

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English

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Libristo code: 08412906

Publishers 1st World Library - Literary Society, February 2007

The supper room of the Savoy Hotel was all brightness and glitter and gayety. But Sir James Willough... Full description

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The supper room of the Savoy Hotel was all brightness and glitter and gayety. But Sir James Willoughby Pitt, baronet, of the United Kingdom, looked round about him through the smoke of his cigarette, and felt moodily that this was a flat world, despite the geographers, and that he was very much alone in it. He felt old. If it is ever allowable for a young man of twenty-six to give himself up to melancholy reflections, Jimmy Pitt might have been excused for doing so, at that moment. Nine years ago he had dropped out, or, to put it more exactly, had been kicked out, and had ceased to belong to London. And now he had returned to find himself in a strange city.