"Aunt Gwendolyn said you were a flippertygibbet."
"A what?"
"A flippertygibbet."
Packy drew himself up a little haughtily. Comment and criticism from his affianced he was prepared to accept. But when it came to her moth-eaten relations shooting ff their heads . . .
"That's all right what that old cat-fancier and cheater at solitairs says," he replied with a dignity which became him well. "Here's a little message which you can pass on to her from me. You can tell her . . . No, on second thoughts, perhaps better not. Just give her my love and say I hope it chokes her."
(from Hot Water, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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