unearths some literary gems.
From The Actress, by Louise Closser Hale:
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I put my head down on Frederica's shoulder--it doesn't come up any higher--and laughed--not in my sleeve, but in hers.
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"Imagine London being what I thought it was going to be!"
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I never saw a timepiece make so little effort to be companionable; it was just a machine, bidding me go to bed whether I was sleepy or not.
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The other man, however, emitted an expostulatory "I say," and this prejudiced him greatly in my favor.
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Mrs. Erskine was a continual question-mark those days.
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But to go back to the hitting-in-the-face-by-the-dahlia morning...
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afterward he composed a something or other
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[Additional snippets attached. I note that the laughing-his-beard-off business is meant literally--he's an actor in the process of spirit-gumming a beard on in the dressing room.]
