Tuesday, March 24, 2009

That Foreboding Feeling

"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..."

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  1. 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.