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I don't like children, said Lord Pendlebury petulantly. 'Too many of them. Go away.
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A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use. --Washington Irving
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Then as the earth's inner, narrow crooked lanes Do purge salt waters' fretful tears away --John Donne
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I'll feed the cats and give them some food.
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Marriage is like life in this--that it is a field of battle, and not a bed of roses. --Robert Louis Stevenson
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Scotland had murdered sleep.
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being
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Ellie lowered her voice dramatically. "She was a black witch. I can still hear her dreadful laughter as I ran away." Elspeth translated this as--I said something silly and she began to laugh and I was offended."
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When love grows diseas'd, the best thing we can do is put it to a violent death; I cannot endure the torture of a lingring and consumptive passion. --Sir George Etherege
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We forgive beauty such a lot, thought Agatha suddenly. If he was a little balding man with thick glasses, I might get a bit tetchy.
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I am silent in the club I am silent in the pub, I am silent on a bally peak in Darien; For I stuff away for life Shoving peas in with a knife, Because I am at heart a Vegetarian. No more the milk of cows Shall pollute my private house Than the milk of the wild mares of the Barbarian; I will stick to port and sherry, For they are so very, very, So very, very, very Vegetarian. --G. K. CHESTERTON
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The trouble with being a policeman in a small, normally law-abiding village was that you did not strike fear or terror into the heart of anyone.
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The best laid schemes o' mice and men,
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It helps in public relations to have a certain amount of charm and Agatha had none.
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We're supposed to get a whiff as we walk past you, not when we drive past you at sixty miles an hour.
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They slipped quietly away while Heather continued her lecture, her eyes half-closed so that she could better enjoy the sound of her own voice, which went on and on.
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Always works a treat. All these old stoves are raging alcoholics.
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Agatha doubled her rates and then said, "Of course, I halve them for a friend."
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Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attraction of others. --Oscar Wilde
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You look as if you've crawled out of a young offenders' institute. Go upstairs and wash that muck off,
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Gets the horrors something dreadful." "If a man has the DTs, isn't it better to get him to the hospital?" asked Hamish mildly."
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There's one parish church for all the people, whatsoever may be their ranks in life or their degrees, Except for one damp, small, dark, freezing cold, little Methodist chapel of ease, And close by the churchyard there's a stonemason's yard, that when the time is seasonable. Will furnish with afflictions sore and marble urns and cherubims very low and reasonable. --Thomas Wood "Witchcraft," said Hamish Macbeth. "Jist"
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simple matter to find the key and open up the village hall.
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mourners
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pale grey eyes. 'Mr Herriot,' Hamish began, 'can you tell me who you voted for to be Lammas queen last year?' 'I voted for Iona, the lassie on the switchboard.' 'Would it surprise you to learn that all ten votes were for Annie Fleming?
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You can't make a mistake with trifle.
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hamish-macbeth
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wrote to me appealing
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I do hope so. That woman has halitosis of the soul.
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I'm glad there's one woman left in this village you don't want to show your bum to.
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The breeze sent sunny ripples dancing across the sea loch. The village of Lochdubh in Sutherland looked like a picture postcard with its row of small eighteenth-century whitewashed cottages facing the sea loch. Hamish was leaning on the seawall, thinking dark thoughts about getting Charlie transferred back to Strathbane, that ghastly town full of drugs and crime.
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one of those people who would be enormously improved by death. --Saki
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One day a baking competition, another a murder.
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You always run to answer the bell, Agatha, and when you see me, your face always falls in disappointment, as if you were expecting someone else.
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Well, murder comes before illegal hooch.
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