unearths some literary gems.
From Off the Record, by Dolores Gordon-Smith:
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[Disillusionment, mixed-metaphor style.]
She'd been trampled by those feet of clay.
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[Men's Furnishings and Benedicta dept.]
"Bless his cotton socks."
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[Larvae's Furnishings dept.]
"Then, along comes Bryce, who thinks she's the caterpillar's boots."
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The shout of "Murder!" was taken up, carried down the street and suddenly a ring of densely packed people gathered round the steps.... Errand-boys, a postman, respectably dressed clerks, all the servants from the other flats, newspaper sellers, fashionable women, men in flat caps, men in greasy overalls, women in aprons with their hair in nets, dozens of children and innumerable barking dogs. Two taxis squealed to a halt and what seemed to be scores of top-hatted, exquisitely dressed young men leapt out, and took up, in penetrating, high-pitched voices, the cry of, "Murder! I say, murder!"
