It was Mr. Slattery who for the next few minutes monopolized the conversation. In a stream of well-selected words his opinion of his friend's duplicity rumbled hollowly through the room. The occasion was one when the orator would have prefered to express himself at the full capacity of his lungs, but the circumstances of the encounter precluded that.
Even when whispered, however, Mr. Slattery's remarks were effective. After all, when you are calling a man a low-down, horn-swoggling, double-crossing skunk, it is the actual words that count, not the volume of sound.
(from Hot Water, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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