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And though hard be the task,
"Keep a stiff upper lip".
--
Keep a stiff upper Lip, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 

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"Wait," she gasps.
"What?" I moan, puzzled but almost there.
"Luis is a despicable twit," she gasps, trying to push me out of her.
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Well, good-by, Uncle Tom; keep a stiff upper lip.

 

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