unearths some literary gems.
From Suicide Excepted, by Cyril Hare:
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[Alternatives to Timbuktu dept.]
He had liked the man at the time, but just now, as he smiled and nodded, he could have wished him in Jericho.
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His round red face shone with unction--if that is the proper word for clerical perspiration.
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"...your only interest in upsetting this verdict is..." [first ellipsis mine; second ellipsis the author's]
But Anne did not wait for the end of her brother's carefully polished period.
[Later]
He read it to the end, and then cut Martin's periods short with an excited exclamation.
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He looked rather as an amateur conjuror must look who has successfully produced a rabbit from his hat and is wondering where on earth to put the animal.
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"This is something like, Mr. Dickinson," he repeated several times, rubbing his beefy hands together. "This is something like!"
He did not specify what it was like....
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The address was a joke, then. Ha, Ha! Let's have a good laugh, even if we can't see it just yet. Fifteen, very funny. Parbury, an absolute scream. Gardens, we all roared!
