unearths some literary gems.
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She groped behind her for a chair and collapsed into it, still staring at Dover like a person anxious not to miss whatever's going to happen next on TV.
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"I love people," she had declared in one of her books, "people are my meat and drink!" It was to be hoped that Dover wouldn't give her indigestion.
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"It's no good going round with an open mind like a vacuum cleaner because all you'll finish up with is..." Dover paused to work this one out "...is fluff!" he concluded triumphantly.
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"I don't think we'd better discuss it on the phone, sir, the local exchange is bound to be listening in."
"Well, of all the blooming cheek!" crackled an outraged female voice, and there was a loud click.
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At Christmas-time some children have the distressing habit of blowing up toy balloons to their fullest extent and then releasing them so that the air rushes out of the mouthpiece and the rapidly deflating balloon shoots around dementedly all over the place. This is how Dover habitually rose to a crisis, with the same undignified lack of control and pretty much the same kind of noise.
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