All the voice actually said was, "Coo!" but it was enough. Indeed, in the circumstances, a mere clearing of the throat would have been sufficient. His knotted and combined locks parted, each particular hair standing on end like quills upon the fretful porcupine; his heart broke from its moorings and crashed with a dull thud against his front teeth; and with a wordless cry he shot toward the ceiling.
(from Uncle Dynamite, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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