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unearths some literary gems.
From Rest You Merry, by Charlotte MacLeod:
***[Flapping meets bric-a-brac]"Mrs. Ames was a big woman, and she had that damn fool cape flappin' around her like a washing in a windstorm. She must o' been hell on bric-a-brac."***His face was not regular enough to be handsome or ugly enough to be interesting. He thought of it mainly as a place to park his glasses.***He found an unused chuckle or two, got them out of his system, and wiped his eyes.***"No use trying to paint the lily, Dell, or whatever it is you do to the damn things."***Jemmy had a regrettable taste for practical jokes. That baby of hers would probably be born wearing a false nose and celluloid buck teeth.***That was the crux and quite likely the nexus of the entire situation.***"Jemima didn't know whether she was coming or going half the time, but at least she never loitered along the way."***"He wouldn't know the Bronte sisters if they walked up and hit him over the head with their reticules."***[Bonus: A white elephant of a library bequest called the Buggins Collection.]
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