From Coffin for Christopher, by Delano Ames:

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Was the Giant Rotor [an amusement-park ride], then, Uncle Sigismund's secret vice?

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[This eyewear business seems to be quite the specialty with Ames!]

Sigismund's smile of constrained mirth became, I thought, rather forced as he fumbled for his eye-glass and suddently recognised us. He let the glass drop again from his eye as though to obliterate the vision and hastily donned a false moustache.

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[The Frenchman's] English was excellent, though some of his expressions were culled from reading novels of a by-gone epoch. [Well, for that matter, so are some of mine!]

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[When the protagonist is the only woman at a three-person formal dinner.]

It was nearly ten before I caught my own eye and gave the signal to rise.

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[Rhetorical Questions Answered]

"Still, what's a hundred guineas?"

"One hundred and five pounds."

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"He doesn't want this business cleared up--and I'm just the man not to do it."

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