And then, one afternoon, when I had run into London to lay in a fresh supply of cigars, I happened to meet her friend, Angelica Vining, the poetess, in Bond Street. You may remember this bird, Corky? She was the one who wanted to borrow my aunt's brooch on a certain memorable occasion, but I as firm and wouldn't let her have it - partly on principle and partly because I had pawned it the day before.
(from Lord Emsworth and Others, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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