As she preceded us down the long dining room, her arm linked in George Tupper's - she seemed to have taken a liking to George - I had ample opportunity for studying her, from her patent-leather shoes to the mass of golden hair beneath her picture-hat. She had a loud, clear voice, and she was telling George Tupper the rather intimate details of an internal complaint which had recently troubled an aunt of hers. If George had been the family physician, she could not have been franker; and I could see a dull glow spreading over his shapely ears.
(from "The Debut of Battling Billson, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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