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Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing-glove.

Very Good, Jeeves (1930)

We exchanged significant glances. At least, I gave him a significant glance and he looked like a stuffed frog, his habit when being discreet.

How Right You Are, Jeeves

The Right Hon. was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotton to say “When!”

Jeeves and the Yule-Tide Spirit (short story)

Bingo uttered a stricken woofle like a bull-dog that has been refused cake.

Jeeves and the Impending Doom (short story)

There is only one cure for grey hair. It was invented by a Frenchman. It is called the guillotine.

The Old Reliable