The Thin Man

by Dashiell Hammett

She was small and blonde, and whether you looked at her face or at her body in powder-blue sports clothes, the result was satisfactory.

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He looked towards the bedroom door. “Where’d you find the little blonde?” “Used to bounce it on my knee.” “Which knee?” he asked. “Could I touch it?”

“Your wife’s lovely.” “I like her.”

“Really, Nick, I think you’re a half-wit sometimes with your silly suspicions.” “I’m studying to be one. Three more lessons and I get my diploma.