"Harold!" she cried, and flung herself into his arms.
To say that Harold Pickering was surprised, bewildered, startled and astounded would be merely to state the facts. He could not remember having been so genuinely taken aback since the evening when, sauntering in his garden in the dusk, he had trodden on the teeth of a rake and had the handle jump up and hit him on the nose.
(from Scratch Man, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse

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