In a situation calling for words of molten passion of a nature calculated to go through Madeline Bassett like a red-hot gimlet through half a pound of butter, he had said not a syllable that could bring a blush to the cheek of modesty, merely delivering a well-phrased but, in the circumstances, quite misplaced lecture on newts. A romantic girl is not to be won by such tactics.
(from Right Ho, Jeeves, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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