Word: empresse
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...Sutherland served as ship's doctor on board the Empress of Britain, commissioned as an armed merchant-cruiser, served at other posts on sea and ashore. One night standing with the skipper on the bridge of a new destroyer, taking her speed trials in a full gale, he saw something bob past on the crest of a wave. "It had a lifebelt round its body, the face was that of a skeleton, but the scalp was intact and the sodden tresses of hair were black and very long...
...knew what you were doing when you bought the book, and began at the beginning, your sensation would be one of gratitude rather than perplexity. You would know that "the Empress" was Empress of Blandings, that she was probably the finest sow in Shropshire, that she was the rotundly ridiculous centre of Author Wodehouse's absurdly complicated plot, and that Lord Tilbury-a figure long familiar to addicts of Wodehumor-was, through a curious weakness in his otherwise adamantine character, about to become involved in that plot far beyond his dreams or his patience. Your sense of gratitude would...
...Empress, after a single brief but courteous glance at this newcomer, had returned to the business which had been occupying her at the moment of Lord Tilbury's arrival. She pressed her shapely nose against the lowest rail of the sty and snuffled moodily...
...portion of her afternoon meal, in the shape of an appetizing potato, had been dislodged from the main convert and had rolled out of bounds. It was this that was causing the silver medalist's distress and despondency. Like all prize pigs who take their career seriously, Empress of Blandings hated to miss anything that might be eaten and converted into firm flesh...
...Empress belongs not to that eminent and bulldoggish publisher, Lord Tilbury but to Clarence, the sleepy and pig-mad Earl of Emsworth, whose brother. Hon. Galahad Threepwood, has written and suppressed a book of racy reminiscences which Lord Tilbury yearns to publish, and whose Empress has lately been nobbled (kidnapped) and is by way of being nobbled again. Which is why Lord Tilbury is seized by his beefy scruff and thrust into a dark and dirty shed. And why young Monty Bodkin, his discharged subeditor, regains employment with His Lordship. And why, since the ms. of the racy reminiscences...