'Mr Stoker instructed me to bring your pyjamas, sir.'

I emitted a hollow g.

'It is not pyjamas I need, Jeeves, but the wings of a dove. Are your abreast of the latest development?'

Thank You, Jeeves, 12 Start Smearing, Jeeves!

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The old boy's reaction wasn't quite so immediate as the butler's had been. The latter had got off the mark instantly, as if he had had the wings of a dove, but Eggy for perhaps six seconds just sat in a frozen kind of way, staring straight in front of him without moving a muscle.

Laughing Gas, Chapter 9

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It is a type of loony I particularly bar, and the homicidal loony I like least is one with a forty-four chest and biceps in proportion. His fingers, I noticed, were twitching, always a bad sign. 'Oh, for the wings of a dove' about summed up my feelings as I tried not to look at them.

Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit. Chapter 4