Author Beresford's Explicit Blue-Print for Society
The Story. As Tristram Wing passed the vicarage window he was distinctly nauseated. Mrs. Orpin and the two females he could hear buzzing with her were like three fat blow-flies scavenging in the middle of a road. Their morsel was the subject of the Rev. Mr. Orpin's note, which Wing had come to answer. It was his wife, Brenda, upon one of whose actions a skulking poacher had chanced to spy. During the interview, Wing mentioned his nausea and damned the whole gabbling...
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