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unearths some literary gems.
From The Black Eagle Mystery, by Geraldine Bonner:
***[Writes a first-person narrator:]She's important in this story—I guess you'd call her the heroine—for though the capital "I"s are thick in it, you've got to see that letter as nothing more than a hand holding a pen.***"Bully!" I cried out, forgetting my language in my excitement.***My heart gave a leap and then began to fox trot.***Teetering from his heels to his toes, a grin on him like the slit in a post box....***"Not a thing to do with it, hasn't a suspicion of it, no more involved in it than that sparrow there," he pointed to a sparrow that had lit on the step near-by. "I've had setbacks in my profession before—but this!" He stopped, stuck his hands into his pockets and stared blankly at the sparrow.***Babbitts spent the morning on the davenport looking like he was in a boat floating through a sea of newspapers.***
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