From Paying Guests, by E. F. Benson:

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[a hat] shaped like an inverted waste-paper basket and trimmed with three sorts of grapes

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"I could listen to you playing for ever, Miss Howard. Tiddle-iddle-iddle-iddle-iddle!"

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Mrs. Bliss couldn't smile any more, for she always smiled to her full capacity.

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The choir of St. Giles's church sang a lullaby and a drinking song amid indescribable apathy.

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There was a nail-paring of a moon in the West.

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"Oh, what lovely corrugated cardboard. I always feel it is a shame to use it."
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