unearths some literary gems.
From Death in the Quadrangle, by Eilís Dillon:
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"There's terrible changes here, sir, enough to make the old [college] President, God be good to him, turn in his grave."
Daly doubted the truth of this, remembering how hard it had been to induce the late President to turn in his chair, even while he was alive.
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He was in his early forties, of medium height with nondescript, mouse-coloured hair, rather thin, and a parchment complexion which gave him an unreal appearance, like a bad stained-glass window.
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[I Resemble That Remark dept.]
"How did you get him talking about the President?" asked Mike, fearing that Daly was about to embark on his favourite game of repeating his own witticisms.
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[Nonsense Interruptus dept.]
She started to say:
"Nonsense!"
Then suddenly she closed her mouth tight and covered it with her hand.
