unearths some literary gems.
From The Blood Card, by Elly Griffiths:
The general's eyebrows now seemed permanently suspended in the air.
Petre took out a large white handkerchief and unfolded it so slowly and deliberately that Edgar thought, for one wild moment, that he was about to perform a magic trick. Instead he wiped his brow and then carefully refolded the handkerchief.
"I'm going upstairs to make coffee....you stay here and chat."
This, of course, temporarily robbed them both of the power of speech.
An ice cream van trundled mournfully past playing "I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts."