unearths some literary gems.
From Leo Bruce's Death of Cold:
He found the bathing-hut attendant a middle-aged man wearing a blue jersey from which a thin and sinewy neck protruded to blossom into a rather startling face. This was pale, or seemed so in contrast to a sudden crimson nose....
She'd have taken her bathing-dress off altogether and walked about like a statue if I'd have let her.
"We've had instructions from the highest quarters that no further investigation is necessary or in the public interest."
"That's fine. But, you see, there are no highest quarters for me.... Highest quarters have always seemed to me rather silly."