"Oh, by the way, Lord Emsworth," she said, "I nearly forgot to ask you. Who would that boy be? A small boy with a face like a prune run over by a motor bus."
Lord Emsworth was baffled. He had no solution to offer. It was left to Gally to supply the information. The description, he said, fitted Dame Daphne Winkworth's son Huxley like the paper on the wall and could scarcely have been improved upon by the most meticulous stylist.
(from Galahad at Blandings, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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