{"product_id":"jill-the-reckless-1","title":"Jill the Reckless","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eBook info:\u003c\/strong\u003e Jill the Reckless (Hardcover, 110 pages – CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014) – CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, 2014. Language: Eng.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003eCondition: Very Good\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFreddie Rooke gazed coldly at the breakfast-table. Through a gleaming eye-glass he inspected the revolting object which Barker, his faithful man, had placed on a plate before him. \"Barker!\" His voice had a ring of pain. \"Sir?\" \"What's this?\" \"Poached egg, sir.\" Freddie averted his eyes with a silent shudder. \"It looks just like an old aunt of mine,\" he said. \"Remove it!\" He got up, and, wrapping his dressing-gown about his long legs, took up a stand in front of the fireplace. From this position he surveyed the room, his shoulders against the mantelpiece, his calves pressing the club fender. It was a cheerful oasis in a chill and foggy world, a typical London bachelor's breakfast-room. The walls were a restful grey, and the table, set for two, a comfortable arrangement in white and silver. \"Eggs, Barker,\" said Freddie solemnly, \"are the acid test!\" \"Yes, sir?\" \"If, on the morning after, you can tackle a poached egg, you are all right. If not, not. And don't let anybody tell you otherwise.\" \"No, sir.\" Freddie pressed the palm of his hand to his brow, and sighed.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"P. G. Wodehouse","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":53100194136288,"sku":"9781499768909","price":100.06,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0813\/5681\/6608\/files\/4124yGv_fEL._SY522.jpg?v=1781716308","url":"https:\/\/medicalbook.online\/products\/jill-the-reckless-1","provider":"medicalbook.online","version":"1.0","type":"link"}