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Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique in Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French.
- the first line of The Luck of the Bodkins by P.G. Wodehouse
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