Tough eggs, that Blandings Castle female contingent. Odd that they should be so much deadlier than the male. Look at old Emsworth . . . old Gally . . . young Freddie . . . you've never met Freddie, have you? All jolly good sorts. And against them you have this Julie, yonder Constance, and a whole lot more, all snakes of the first water. When you get to know that family better, you'll realize that there are dozens of aunts you've not heard of yet - far-flung aunts scattered all over England, and each the leading blister of her particular county. It's a sort of family taint.
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