unearths some literary gems.
From The Murder at Crome House, by G. D. H. and Margaret Cole:
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"And what I want to say is--" What she wanted to say presented every appearance of being infinite.
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[Human Hypotheses dept.]
The real murderer? But he was only a hypothesis. Flint ran over in his mind the list he had made of all persons on whom suspicion could possibly rest. Delrio? if he wasn't a hypothesis too?
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Flint drew perplexed spirals on his blotting-paper.
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[Bonus: A librarian describes a patron as "very miscellaneous," based on his eclectic borrowing habits.
