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The fact is—" Her fingers grasped his arm like a vice, and her lips were drawn.
— from Pray You, Sir, Whose Daughter? by Helen H. (Helen Hamilton) Gardener
Where's the Griffin?" demanded the Lion of Carry-on-Merry, after that intelligent creature, having acted like a verger (a habit he had probably acquired from a life-long proximity to Westminster Abbey), had shown all the dogs to their places along one side where the comfortable carpet formed a sort of aisle.
— from The Tale of Lal A Fantasy by Raymond Paton
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