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unearths some literary gems.
From Reckoning at the Riviera Royale, by PJ Fitzsimmons:
***Mama pointed at the croupier with her spare eyebrow.***Max drew on his slim cigarette holder with such intensity that his monocle popped out.***[chapter title]The Bolder the Yodeller the Colder the Shoulder***"Was the trunk locked, sir?""It was. Pilque opened it with an enormous hook on a pole. Like something the pope would use to open locked steamer trunks."***Mama raised her eyebrows and lowered her chin, as though regarding me over imaginary pince-nez.***"Life is too short for explaining things in French."***[Bonus: A yacht that has been christened Little Miss Fortune, with predictable consequences.]
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