"I have guessed your ghastly object, you ghastly object," he said quietly. You want me to photograph you."
The Mayor shook his head. "Not myself. I realize that that can never be. My daughter."
"Your daughter?"
"My daughter."
"Does she take after you?"
"People tell me there is a resemblance."
"I refuse," said Clarence.
(from Meet Mr. Mulliner, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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