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I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies
on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back.
and I suppose you can always fool some of the people some of the time.
He lugged them out of the drawer as if he were a vegetarian fishing a caterpillar out of the salad. You could see he was feeling deeply. Deuced painful and all that, this sort of thing, but a chappie has got to assert himself every now and then. Absolutely.
'Failed to win! Why, he was so far behind that he nearly came in first in the next race.'
