From Magic Mirror, by Mickey Friedman:

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Jack had decided to make much of my being Southern, and I had been "Honeychiled" almost to death.

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[Incidentally, the "magic mirror" of the title is an art objet that is said to have once belonged to Nostradamus.]

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From Blood from a Stone, by Dolores Gordon-Smith:

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"Here we are, Aunt Constance," said Terence Napier. "One doctor, as prescribed, to be taken regularly before lunch."

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It wasn't, he thought, necessary to pump Mrs. Mountford. She wasn't a pump so much as a tap.

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"Yes, Mrs. Paxton's sapphires. A big picture it was, with Mrs. Whoever it is--the lady who's got them now, I mean--all dressed up, with them on."

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[Time-Space Continuum dept.]

The dinner gong wouldn't sound till eight and she had acres of time on her hands.

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[During a séance]

"You'll have to be rather more precise with your instructions," said Mary Hawker, addressing the spirit of Barita as briskly as if it were on a committee.

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"Please say you'll forgive me."

"Of course," said Jack, with a reassuring gesture of his beef muffin.