That meal consisted of chicken; a salad of pale green lettuce and coraline tomatoes; a slim-necked bottle of white wine; a custard with a foaming crest of beaten egg and sugar; and a dish of purple figs...and a strapping youth in the early bloom of robust manhood.
"And," thought Mrs. Blackpoole grimly, "I'll wager that 'tisn't just what's on the table that Lord Marylebone will think is food for the gods..."
That meal consisted of chicken; a salad of pale green lettuce and coraline tomatoes; a slim-necked bottle of white wine; a custard with a foaming crest of beaten egg and sugar; and a dish of purple figs...and a strapping youth in the early bloom of robust manhood.
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