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unearths some literary gems.
From Cherub Devine, by Sewell Ford:
***Bulkins snorted a fresh appreciation of his own humour, winking roguishly at an astonished broker's clerk who happened to be passing.***The place was all so empty and still! He looked up and down. the long bare veranda, then out across the vividly green lawn. No one was in sight. Behind him were those many darkened rooms from which issued no sounds. The shades of all the front windows were drawn, and the yellow and white awnings masked them still more. It was as if the place had been put to sleep by a mesmerist. He wished he knew how to wake it up.***"It's like playing hide and seek and being it all the time," was his comment.***The Hewingtons, it seemed, were addicted to postscripts.***In fact, the Walloway butler, who weighed twice as much as Eppings and was haughtier in proportion, was coldly doubtful as to whether or not Mr. Nicholas Walloway could be seen.***"I feel like--well, like 5/8 off and nothing bid."***When perplexed and agitated, he polished his glasses; quite a dignified and refined manner of giving relief to his feelings. When merely lost in calm thought, he twirled them about his forefinger by the little gold chain to which they were attached.***Now, one doesn't expect to find a man in frock coat and silk hat dodging behind bushes on a place like Hewington Acres. Yet "Cherub" Devine had come to associate that particular part of Long Island with all sorts of surprises. He was inclined to accept this new manifestation as part of the general programme.***the tails of his frock coat fluttering a taunting salute as he spurted towards freedom***[Bonus: the Miller-Tremways, later referred to as "those hyphen Tremways"][Bonus: Baden-Baden referred to as "Baden Two Times"]
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