unearths some literary gems.
From Murder, I Presume, by Gillian Linscott:
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[Suddenly, a "Nonsense" rang out.]
"Nonsense."
The word rang out loud and clear from the gallery....
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"Remember what the Bedouin say, young Peter: 'He who is a friend to both sides drinks bitter coffee.'"
I think he makes up these proverbs as he needs them.
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"Bloke with eyebrows you could hang cups from...."
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"It is so kind of you, Mr Pentland. She's enjoying it so much and--"
I'd had enough of this social play-acting. Mrs Bell had dozed comfortably through the first two acts and, in my opinion, wouldn't have noticed whether we were at the opera or at the circus.
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The curtain went up and you couldn't hear yourself think for sopranos and tenors telling each other secrets at the tops of their voices.
