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`` He is not envious , '' said she . `` A fine friend he has in you , I am thinking . He has no need to be envious . Captain O'Toole could carry me to the house in his arms if he wished , which is more than you could do if you tried till midday to-morrow , '' and she turned her shoulder to Wogan , who , in no way abashed by her contempt , cried triumphantly , -- `` But he did n't wish . He let you drag through the mud and snow without so much as a patten to keep you off the ground . Why ? Tell me that , Jenny !