I see that it's the only punishment bad enough for you!" She
raised her arm. 

"Here's the dead past, Jimmy! Go and bury it! Good-night!" 

A small book fell squashily at Jimmy's feet.  He regarded it dully
for a moment.  Then, with a wild yell which penetrated even to Mr.
Pett's bedroom and woke that sufferer just as he was dropping off
to sleep for the third time that night he bounded for the gallery
stairs. 

At the further end of the gallery a musical laugh sounded, and a
door closed.  Ann had gone. 

End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of Piccadilly Jim, by P.G.  Wodehouse