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...l pasta, several kinds of bread, dried figs, camembert, her three-layered pastry, and Moselle wine. She appreciates my fondness for sweets. I asked... ... them about their tools, and try to improve them. Shovels. Spades. Rakes. Forks. I have sug- gested a more efficient roasting spit—I have made detail... ...ne but I preferred working with others. Stripped to the waist, hatless, I forked and grunted and Burt pulled and farted. Some of the time I had to s... ... of us sang, horses perkier for our merriment. Mildred was as good at the fork as I: working side by side, we often bumped and her blue eyes would w... ...the dark, my sleep, my sleep- walker’s darkness. Dressed for Tambourlaine, forked beard over red cloak, he swings through lines, a torch gleaming, sm... ...s day in and day out. They helped and hindered boisterously, helped pitch-fork the cow’s stall, water the horse, carry in the wood for the stove; th...

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...y bare and disorderly, and the curtain to my window was fastened up with a fork. “You would like some hot water, wouldn’t you?” said Miss Jellyby, loo... ... cakes as well as tobacco, so swelled with grief and rage when we passed a pastry cook’s shop that he terrified me by becoming purple. I never underwe... ... the table and began nervously sharpening the carving knife on the carving fork, still look ing at me (as I felt quite sure without looking at him) i... ...ay a gorging vessel—and can wield such weapons of the flesh as a knife and fork remarkably well. Mr. Snagsby in his best coat, looking at all the prep... ...produced. “I am growing up, Guppy,” says Mr. Jobling, plying his knife and fork with a relishing steadiness. “Glad to hear it.” “In fact, I have just ... ...a cabbage. “Now, Small,” says Mr. Guppy, “what would you recom mend about pastry?” “Marrow puddings,” says Mr. Smallweed instantly. “Aye, aye!” cries... ...al manner of eating. “The country ,” says Mr. George, plying his knife and fork; “why , I suppose you never clapped your eyes on the country, Phil?” “...

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...nd Mme. du Ronceret treated them to such refreshments as cider, chestnuts, pastry puffs, glasses of eau sucree, and home-made orgeat. For some time pa... ... giving a party once a fort- night, when tea and some pitiable attempts at pastry appeared to grace the occasion. Once a quarter the du Roncerets gave... ...walls, legions of little flower-pots standing out in the sun, regiments of forks and hoes, and a host of inno- cent things, a combination of pleasant ...

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... would never see him again. “Ah, my lady! By the devil’s red three-pronged fork, am I a swallower of tarradiddles and a child, to believe that you are... ...e finest barbel ever drawn from the Loire! Just stick your teeth into this pastry. This game is my own hunting; he who takes it not offends me.” And a... ...who from political motives fermented these loves and stirred them up, like pastrycooks make the oven fires burn by poking, glanced at all the pretty c...

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...in, the archbishop guaranteeing her virtue. When the fruit, conserves, and pastry were with many or- naments arranged on the cloth, Saintot said to th... ...not; to have visible malign influ- ences which flowed from her, for that a pastrycook, seated on a bench at her door, having perceived her one evening... ...d wicked things to myself. Then pierced and drawn by a blow of the devil’s fork, who had planted himself already in my head as a serpent in an oak, I ...

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... up to the mark!’ Mr Sparkler kissed her, in witness thereof. ‘A knife and fork and an apartment,’ proceeded Mr Spar- kler, growing, in comparison wit... ... from the scorched counte- nance of Affery, who, with the kitchen toasting-fork still in her hand, looked like a sort of allegorical personage; except... ...green patriarch himself, she had warded off conversation with the toasting-fork like a dumb woman. After several abortive attempts to get Affery to lo... ...nwillingly out of her cor- 254 Charles Dickens ner, resigned the toasting-fork into one of her husband’s hands, and took the candlestick he offered f... ...es of departed joys no more but taking a further liberty of paying for the pastry which has formed the humble pretext of our interview will for ever s...

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...he inconsistent girl hotly refused to go up to the castle and help to make pastry for her mother’s bitter and mali- cious foe, and Sir Richard shook h... ...r had only trenchers. As to knives, each guest brought his or her own, and forks were not yet, but bread, in long fingers of crust, was provided to a ... ...ays been for the department of housewifery, and she could make a castle in pastry far better than in tapestry; but where Queen Mary had a whole servic...

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...is- tant, and asking the brothers to send provisions for them to a certain fork in the road not far distant from the village. Hiley himself returned a... ...e kind that are sold at eight to the pound. On a third table glittered two forks and spoons and an- other little spoon of silver-gilt, together with p... ... with plates, bowls, and cups of Sevres china, and a silver-gilt knife and fork in an open case, all evidently for the service of the sick woman. The ... ... sweet things. Oh! she’s dainty! The old man buys cakes and pates from the pastry cook in the rue de Buci. He don’t care what he spends, if it’s for h...

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...Already he was tired; 179 John Dos Passos his legs ached. The window of a pastry shop appeared invitingly before him, denuded as it was by wartime. A... ...rch Napoleon built to receive the famous horses from St. Marc’s,—a pinkish pastry-like affair—and walked through the T uileries which were full of peo... ...me this morning.” “He’s got curious lips for a Jew,” said Henslowe. At the fork of two slanting streets, they went into a restau- rant that had small ... ... room where many men and women were having tea, from which came a smell of pastry and rich food. On the expanse of red carpet in front of him officers... ...taurant. The sun, very pale, had just showed itself, making the knives and forks and the white wine in their glasses gleam faintly. Lunch had not come... ...volcano.” “But don’t talk that way,” said Jeanne laying down her knife and fork. “It’s terrible. We will waste our youth to no pur- pose. Our fathers ...

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... which was filled and left on the hob, finally boil. His cup and knife and fork, all he wanted except just the food, was laid ready on the table on a ... ...iled a big fire, and sat down to an hour of joy. He toasted his bacon on a fork and caught the drops of fat on his bread; then he put the rasher on hi... ...s happy. With his family about, meals were never so pleasant. He loathed a fork: it is a modern introduction which has still scarcely reached common p... ...deways. In a temper he dragged it, so that it flew out bodily, and spoons, forks, knives, a hundred metallic things, splashed with a clatter and a cla... ...tle tarts in the kitchen. A great fire roared. There was a scent of cooked pastry. He was due at seven o’clock, but he would be late. The three childr... ... towel, I suppose; and handkerchiefs. Now what else?” “A comb, a knife and fork and spoon,” said Paul. His father had been in the hospital before. “Go...

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...oderately flattened, opening their jaws, extending their arms, and holding forks, chains or javelins in their hands; while the blue of the sea stretch... ...attered canvas looked like dim ships half lost in the breakers. Cuirasses, forks, clari- ons, pieces of wood, iron and brass, corn, straw, and garment... ..., and formed of a yielding copper blade. They handled cutlasses which were forked into several branches like antelopes’ horns, bills fas- tened to the... ...ls, and cushions; the battlements were stopped up with mats; and a line of forks and blades, fixed upon sticks, might be distinguished among the crane... ...rpse he would perhaps have gone away . He doubled the outposts, he planted forks at the foot of the rampart, he drove caltrops into the ground, and he... ...be bounding amid the flowers; there were shells filled with forcemeat; the pastry had symbolic shapes; when the covers of the dishes were removed dove...

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...alism;—and over all, rising, as Ark of their Covenant, the grim Patibulary Fork ‘forty feet high;’ which also is now nigh rotted. Add only that the Fr... ...nd never any second time. Distracted country! Con- tention hisses up, with forked hydra-tongues, wheresoever poor Lomenie sets his foot. ‘Let a Comman... ...o to procure a supply of food. Swift messengers fly, to all bakers, cooks, pastrycooks, vintners, restorers; drums beat, accompanied with shrill vocal... ... des- patches, to the rigorous Quartermaster: the very Ostlers have stable-forks and flails. The rigorous Quartermaster, half-saddled, cuts out his wa... ... Retardation, Patriotism is good; but so like- wise is peaceable baking of pastry, and sleeping in whole skin.—Hapless Beaurepaire stretches out his h... ...Crypto- Royalism, such a Law seemed needful: and they order it, as pacific Pastrycooks, not as heroic Patriots would,—To surren- der! Beaurepaire stri... ...And so, in some half- hour it is done; and the multitude has all departed. Pastrycooks, coffee-sellers, milkmen sing out their trivial quotidian cries...

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...s meat has surely been used for soup,” said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. “I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her ... ...and mementoes—florid little picture-frames that seemed fashioned in gilded pastry; other little frames, more severe, that stood on little easels, and ...

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... passeth Lent. At the morris dance. At the forked oak. At feeby. ... ...For if I sup not well, large, round, and amply, my sleeping is not worth a forked turnip. All the night long I then but doze and rave, and in my slumb... ... I were at this present hour in the close at Seuille, or at Innocent’s the pastry-cook over against the painted wine-vault at Chinon, though I were to... ...at, by means of large engines that were round about it in rows, it throw’d forked iron bars and four-squared steel bolts; and in its hold two hundred ... ...th andirons, racks, fire-shov- els, frying-pans, kettles, grid-irons, oven forks, tongs, drip- ping pans, brooms, iron pots, mortars, pestles, all in ...

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...and one Pair of large Sizzers, with some ten or a Dozen of good Knives and Forks; in another I found Daniel Defoe 41 about Thirty six Pounds value in... ... in the World, I bak’d my Barley Loaves, and became in little Time a meer2 Pastry Cook into the Bargain; for I made my self several Cakes of the Rice,...

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...he new-fangled dignitaries of the Emperor’s Court, where (for my knife and fork were regularly laid at the Tuileries) I have seen my poor friend Murat... ...id at the Tuileries) I have seen my poor friend Murat repeatedly mistake a fork for a toothpick, and the gallant Massena devour pease by means of his ... ...air, Ap Llwydd in the vice; W elsh mutton for dinner; W elsh iron knives & forks; Welsh rabbit after dinner; and a Welsh harper, be hanged to him: he ... ...ack, nor in my subsquint visits to Hill Street, where it seems a knife and fork was laid reglar for this shabby Capting.” “Thusday Night.—O Hangelina,... ...end Dando apropos d’huitres. She consumed the first three platefuls with a fork and spoon, like a Christian; but as she warmed to her work, the old ha... ...where. About twenty young noblemen (and gentlemen) were gath- ered round a pastry-cook’s shop at the end of the green. “That’s the grub-shop,” said my... ...?” screams my lord. “Turk and the barber,” pipes Petitoes, and runs to the pastry-cook’s like mad. “Turk and the ba—,” laughs out my lord, looking at ...

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.... By the bye, before I go, my dear, I must speak to your Mrs. Carter about pastry. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Poor people with four... ...time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first ap- proached her,... ... Mrs. Garth, with her sleeves turned above her elbows, deftly handling her pastry—applying her rolling-pin and giving orna- mental pinches, while she ... ...s shown to him when he went into Kibble’s establishment at Brassing to buy forks and spoons. He was too proud to act as if he presupposed that Mr. Vin... ...your back. That’s what I’n got to say,” concluded Mr. Dagley, striking his fork into the ground with a firmness which proved inconvenient as he tried ... ...windows of the moneychangers as other boys look through the windows of the pastry-cooks; the fascination had wrought itself gradually into a deep spec... ...d on his left hand he could see six or seven men in smock-frocks with hay- forks in their hands making an offensive approach towards the four railway ... ...eir mid-day beer, were driving the men in coats before them with their hay-forks; while Caleb Garth’s assistant, a lad of seventeen, who had snatched ...

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.... By the bye, before I go, my dear, I must speak to your Mrs. Carter about pastry. I want to send my young cook to learn of her. Poor people with four... ...time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. Of course the forked lightning seemed to pass through him when he first approached her, an... ... Mrs. Garth, with her sleeves turned above her elbows, deftly handling her pastry—applying her rolling pin and giving ornamental pinches, while she ex... ...en he Middlemarch 285 went into Kibble’s establishment at Brassing to buy forks and spoons. He was too proud to act as if he presupposed that Mr. Vin... ...your back. That’s what I’n got to say,” concluded Mr. Dagley, striking his fork into the ground with a firmness which proved inconvenient as he tried t... ...neychangers as other boys look through Middlemarch 419 the windows of the pastry cooks; the fascination had wrought itself gradually into a deep spec... ...ld on his left hand he could see six or seven men in smock frocks with hay forks in their hands making an offensive approach towards the four railway ... ...eir mid day beer, were driving the men in coats before them with their hay forks; while Caleb Garth’s assistant, a lad of seventeen, who had snatched ...

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...ola! NICOLA (dropping a log, and turning). Sir! PETKOFF. Did you spoil any pastry of Miss Raina’s this morning? NICOLA. You heard Miss Raina say that ... ... thou- sand four hundred eider-down quilts. I have ten thousand knives and forks, and the same quantity of dessert spoons. I have six hundred servants...

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...ast Jim became Mr. Hall, and took up his quarters in the land of knives and forks and tea cups. Sunday, October 5th. It was our morning watch; w... ...f the first family in California. Our steward was ashore three days, making pastry and cake, and some of the best of our stores were sent off with hi... ...anner in which sailors eat, on board ship. There are neither tables, knives, forks, nor plates, in a forecastle; but the kid (a wooden tub, with iron... ...e Coulterville trail, the peaks of Sierra Nevada in sight, across the North Fork of the Merced, by Gentry’s Gulch, over hills and through canons, to ...

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...at, a’ that we hae is cauld eneugh,—how- beit, maist of the cauld meat and pastry was gien to the poor folk after the ceremony of interment, as gude r... ...ncy of their outward appearance, clean trenchers, cutty spoons, knives and forks, sharp, burnished, and prompt for action, which lay all dis- played a... ... my napkin, and eat them to my supper at e’en, for I am wearied of Mysie’s pastry and nonsense; ye ken land- ward dainties aye pleased me best, Marion...