"I don't understand a word you say. You're English, aren't you?"
I admitted it. She didn't say a word. And she did it in a way that made it worse than if she had spoken for hours. Somehow it was brought home to me that she didn't like Englishmen, and that if she had had to meet an Englishman I was the one she'd have chosen last."
(from Carry On, Jeeves, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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