Agnes Flack was one of the recognized sights of the place. One pointed her out to visitors together with the Lover's Leap, the waterfall and the curious rock formation near the twelfth tee. Built rather on the lines of the village blacksmith, she had for many seasons been the undisputed femald champion of the club. She had the shoulders of an all-in wrestler, the breezy self-confidence of a sergeant-major and a voice like a toastmaster's.
(from Scratch Man, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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