unearths some literary gems.
From Simon the Jester, by William J. Locke:
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My friends “lucky-dog'd” me until I began to smirk to myself at my own good fortune.
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A wild appeal burned in her eyes and was refracted oddly through her near-sighted spectacles.
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She rode in a circus or had a talking horse—he was not quite sure.
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I did not pursue the question, but alluded to autumn gaieties. She spoke of them without enthusiasm. Miss Somebody's wedding was very dull, and Mrs. Somebody Else's dance manned with vile and vacuous dancers.
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