I'm reading The Spy Who Came In From The Cold by John Le Carré. On page 67 I encounter this bit:
The door was opened by a kindly, plump woman who looked past the driver towards the car. Her eyes still on the car, she came down the drive towards them smiling with pleasure. She reminded Leamas of an old aunt he once had who beat him for wasting string.
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