unearths some literary gems.
[Part of the disclaimer in the front matter]
Some resemblance between the Billingsgates' bees and real bees is unavoidable.
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["Just when you think it's going to flop--it flaps!" dept.]
For a headdress, Appie had simply pinned the open end of a white linen pillow case around her head like a coif and let the rest of the case flop down her back. It was rather flapping than flopping just now, as a brisk wind had sprung up.
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"Don't you know bee stings are supposed to be beneficial in certain cases? It would be quite like Aunt Bodie to try, if she could find a suitable bee."
"How'd she know which bee was suitable?"
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Old Purbody took a beating on that shrinkage in the wool market.
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"That peculiar-looking guitar Tick's niece Alison played yesterday for the minstrelsy was a pandora. Or bandore, if you prefer."
Max had no particular choice in the matter.
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[Upon entering a sterilized, sealed-off honey-bottling room]
Casting prophylaxis to the winds, Max turned the white porcelian knob and pushed.
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[Taking a leaf from Erle Stanley Gardner's "primers for extraterrestrials" writing guide...]
"What kind of plastic container?" Max wanted to know.
"The ordinary sort that gets used in a kitchen," Abigail told him. "Squarish, with a colored plastic top. You can buy them in any supermarket. We have a bunch of them around. I expect that you do, too.*"
"Oh, yes," Sarah agreed. "They're handy for leftovers and freezing things. Or bringing soup to the afflicted."
[*Which is why she needs to explain to him what they are.]
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