unearths some literary gems.
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"This morning?" Mrs. Miller said. I was beginning to catch her habit of speech and I waited for the second helping. "This morning!"
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"That girl wouldn't know a day off if she met one in her porridge."
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He put his hat on, expressly to tip it at the woman.
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[The topics mentioned] had become whisked up together in my mind and had formed something slightly less solid than an idea, but more solid than a notion. I smiled, rose and murmured my goodbyes, desperate to get out of the room before the emulsion curdled into its separate elements again and drained away.
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"There can't be more than one professor at St. Andrews who has had the porters deliver a miniature theatre and cast of puppets to his rooms. Not in the last week or so."
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"Are you sure it was psychology? Philosophy, now! A named chair in philosophy we can do you, no trouble at all." He sounded like a market gardener offering pears although the peaches had gone over.
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[Bonus: Since these books are set in Scotland, the narrator's reference to a genericized "daily woman" takes the form of "Mrs. McSomeone."]
