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And, sir, I shall complain to King Thomas tomorrow.” “Who,” added Lord Peter sweetly, “knighted him in the first place. I wish you the best of luck.” “Not about him, idiot. About you.” “By all means. I’d complain about you, but he already knows you’re a pompous ass. Sweet dreams, and may flocks of harpies sing you to their nest. — Lord Gerald and Lord Peter
