This was nasty news, and I found myself chewing the lower lip a bit in undisguised concern. This sudden decision to follow me to Totleigh Towers could mean only one thing, that Aunt Dahlia, thinking things over, had become mistrustful of my will to win, and had felt it best to come and stand over me and see that I did not shirk the appointed task. And as I was fully resolved to shirk it, I could envisage some dirty weather ahead. Her attitude towards a recalcitrant nephew would, I fears, closely resemble that which in the old tally-ho days she had been wont to adopt towards a hound which refused to go into cover.
(from The Code of the Woosters, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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