R: West Coast Avengers #45 (June 1989), art by John Byrne
(credited as "after Buscema and Klein")
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Monty could make nothing of this. Mr. Butterwick had left his hat with the hat-check girl, but had it been on his head he would have accused him on talking through it.or
'I don't get your drift,' he said.
'I will make myself clearer,' responded Mr. Butterwick. A less austere man might have said 'I will continue snowing.' 'I have decided that you and my daughter must not see each other again.'
Barribault's Hotel is solidly built, and there is no record of the ceiling of its lobby ever having fallen on a customer's head. This, however, was what for an instant Monty was convinced had occurred, and he was amazed that the Maharajahs and Texan millionaires dotted about at their little tables were taking it so calmly.
'After that I had to go to Antoine's and he kept me for ever. Shampoo and a set and a tough-up. How do you like it?'or
'It might be worse.'
'But I don't see how. Why on earth did you go to a plumber like Antoine?'
'I was told he was the best man in London.'
'I've nothing against his morals, but he can't do hair.'
'But Monty will stay on in England and I'll never see him again,' said Sandy, and the tears she had been trying to hold back burst their bonds. 'Don't pat my head,' she added.Awwww. That last bit gets me right here in my little stuffed satin heart.
'I will pat your head,' said Mr. Llewellyn stoutly. 'If I can't pay your head when it needs patting, whose head can I pat? My heart bleeds for you, pint size.'