unearths some literary gems.
From Seven Dead by J. Jefferson Farjeon:
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[Turnabout Is Fair Play dept.: Wind be blowed!]
"There ain't much wind," commented Bob Blythe.
"Wind, be blowed!" retorted Hazeldean. "We're using petrol."
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"I felt as if he was looking at a ghost!"
"The ghost of a cricket ball," murmured Hazeldean. "Why not? That ball was dead enough to have one."
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"Well, I suppose [a ship's loud horn is] necessary in a noisy age," muttered a passenger next to Kendall.
"Probably the Ichthyosaurus made a worse noise," answered Kendall.
"Pardon me," retorted the passenger, "but there is no specific evidence that Ichthyopterygia made any noise at all!"
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