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...d the police and the tear gas from the fourth floor of a building that has a pastry shop. I guess that is a bit strange, huh?" The stranger filled air... ...n't know why they do that," complained the aunt. They moved toward where the pastry section should have been. The aunt used gestures as if she were pu... ...he got up, how she combed her hair, for being left- handed, how she held her fork, the amount of time that she spent in the bathroom, where she sat, t...

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... a tart—Mr Nickleby’s man will show you where—and mind you buy a rich one. Pastry ,’ added Squeers, closing the door on Master W ackford, ‘makes his f... ...d come and dine with us some day this week; you’ll always find a knife and fork, and we shall be delighted. Now, my dear sir—cheque from Mr Linkinwate... ...ness.’ ‘What! The boy that run away!’ cried Snawley, resting his knife and fork upright on the table, and opening his eyes to their full width. ‘The v... ... Snawley, casting down his eyes with an air of humility, and elevating his fork, with a bit of lobster on the top of it, to- wards the ceiling. ‘Provi... ...TURES OF NICHOLAS NICKLEBY sneak into the kitchen, as if we came after the forks?’ ‘Hush!’ replied Newman. ‘Old Bobster—ferocious Turk. He’d kill ‘em ... ...othing more was heard, for John had already begun to play such a knife and fork, that his speech was, for the time, gone. ‘I shall take the usual lice...

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...until he decided to scoot from his stool to retrieve a spoon and pulled the pastry sheet with its mountain of flour on top of himself. Red hair, la... ...Daniel, look at him.” Ronan was mimicking Daniel bite for bite, holding his fork just so, trailing a chunk of sausage in a puddle of honey before br... ...hroom gravy, butternut squash like she’d never tasted before, and a dessert pastry that could only be described as angel’s food, whatever unpronounce... ...into a chair and took a deep drink of the strong, hot coffee. Taking up his fork, he stabbed at the cake. “That damn fool, Falkner,” he muttered, c... ...of coffee. She watched him over the rim of her cup as he shoved three more forkfuls of cake in his mouth and chewed them angrily. “It isn’t goin’ ... ...he lied. “But I saw you dump—” “I’m fine,” he interrupted. He stabbed a fork into a chunk of potato and raised it to her mouth. On a morning no...

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...tchup and two kinds of spicy sauce in front of Julie. Kurt received a plastic fork. Julie looked at Kurt, and her dimples flashed. “Since this has b... ...l smile. “Horribly?” “No. The other word.” “Attractive then.” She waved her fork, dangerously close to her eye, not seeming to notice when he gent... ...-minded determination. “I can drive you home tonight,” he said, watching her fork with concern. “I just have to pick my truck up at the barn.” “Th... ... “I will.” She leaned over and studied the selection then extracted a sticky pastry, glossy with white icing. “Julie doesn't have to worry about w...

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...tion whatever, to leave the house. Bung, you scoundrel, go and count those forks in the breakfast-parlour instantly.” You may be sure I went laughing ... ...- ing, basket-women talking, piemen expatiating on the excellence of their pastry, and donkeys braying. These and a hundred other sounds form a compou... ...e pur- chase of the stale tarts so temptingly exposed in dusty tins at the pastry-cooks’ doors; but a consciousness of their own importance and the re... ...the old room, but he took to smoking cigars, and began to call him- self a pastrycook, and to read the papers. The old heav- ers still assembled round... ...pression in all its native beauty, ‘till they was rig’larly done over, and forked out the stumpy. ’ An opportunity for realising his fondest anticipat... ...ick from some cause or other), and how playfully she digs the handle of a fork into the arm with which he detains her, by way of reply. Jane is no ba... ... time, are scattered at distant intervals on the cloth; and the knives and forks look as if they had done duty at every public din- ner in London sinc... ...ivers secret additions to the order originally given by aunt George at the pastry- cook’s, such as another dozen of mince-pies for the din- ner, and a... ...oo, till it grew so thick that we rung for candles, and drew our curtains, pastry-cooks’ men with green boxes on their heads, and rout-furniture- ware...

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...tion whatever, to leave the house. Bung, you scoundrel, go and count those forks in the breakfast-parlour instantly.” You may be sure I went laughing ... ...- ing, basket-women talking, piemen expatiating on the excellence of their pastry, and donkeys braying. These and a hundred other sounds form a compou... ...e pur- chase of the stale tarts so temptingly exposed in dusty tins at the pastry-cooks’ doors; but a consciousness of their own importance and the re... ...the old room, but he took to smoking cigars, and began to call him- self a pastrycook, and to read the papers. The old heav- ers still assembled round... ...pression in all its native beauty, ‘till they was rig’larly done over, and forked out the stumpy. ’ An opportunity for realising his fondest anticipat... ...ick from some cause or other), and how playfully she digs the handle of a fork into the arm with which he detains her, by way of reply. Jane is no ba... ... time, are scattered at distant intervals on the cloth; and the knives and forks look as if they had done duty at every public din- ner in London sinc... ...ivers secret additions to the order originally given by aunt George at the pastry- cook’s, such as another dozen of mince-pies for the din- ner, and a... ...oo, till it grew so thick that we rung for candles, and drew our curtains, pastry-cooks’ men with green boxes on their heads, and rout-furniture- ware...

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...aster (who was in high good humour after his meal) picked his teeth with a fork, and looked smilingly on. In a very short time, the horn was heard. ‘I... .... ‘Uncommon juicy steak that,’ said Squeers, as he laid down his knife and fork, after plying it, in silence, for some time. ‘It’s prime meat,’ rejoin... ...ing, than those which arose from the incessant demand for clean knives and forks; which made poor Mrs Kenwigs wish, more than once, that private socie... ...iple of schools, and required that every guest should bring his own knife, fork, and spoon; which doubt- less would be a great accommodation in many c... ...utioning her, in these terms, not to trip over a heteroge- neous litter of pastry-cook’ s trays, lamps, waiters full of glasses, and piles of rout sea... ... stopped it altogether. These two young gentlemen wielded their knives and forks with scarcely less address than their broad-swords, and as the whole ... ... engraver’s apprentice, whereof im- pressions were hung up for sale in the pastry-cook’s window, and the greengrocer’s, and at the circulating library...

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...aster (who was in high good humour after his meal) picked his teeth with a fork, and looked smilingly on. In a very short time, the horn was heard. ‘I... .... ‘Uncommon juicy steak that,’ said Squeers, as he laid down his knife and fork, after plying it, in silence, for some time. ‘It’s prime meat,’ rejoin... ...ing, than those which arose from the incessant demand for clean knives and forks; which made poor Mrs Kenwigs wish, more than once, that private socie... ...iple of schools, and required that every guest should bring his own knife, fork, and spoon; which doubt- less would be a great accommodation in many c... ...utioning her, in these terms, not to trip over a heteroge- neous litter of pastry-cook’ s trays, lamps, waiters full of glasses, and piles of rout sea... ... stopped it altogether. These two young gentlemen wielded their knives and forks with scarcely less address than their broad-swords, and as the whole ... ... engraver’s apprentice, whereof im- pressions were hung up for sale in the pastry-cook’s window, and the greengrocer’s, and at the circulating library... ... a tart—Mr Nickleby’s man will show you where—and mind you buy a rich one. Pastry ,’ added Squeers, closing the door on Master W ackford, ‘makes his f...

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...re more than a dozen people in that drawing-room, mostly women eating fine pastry and talking passionately. It might have been a Carlist committee mee... ... never looked openly at any one of us. Whenever he laid down his knife and fork he would throw himself back and start retailing in a light tone some P...

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...gravy. “Swine,” pursued Mr. Wopsle, in his deepest voice, and pointing his fork at my blushes, as if he were mentioning my 25 Charles Dickens Christi... ...d screws for general use – or some light fancy article, such as a toasting-fork when she took her muf- fins – or a gridiron when she took a sprat or s... ... And shark-headers is open to misrepresentations. And if it was a toasting-fork, you’d go into brass and do yourself no 103 Charles Dickens credit. A... ...ed and be- gan again: “He is dressed like a ‘spectable pieman. A sort of a pastry-cook.” “Is he here?” asked my guardian. “I left him,” said Mike, “a ... ... put the knife in the mouth – for fear of acci- dents – and that while the fork is reserved for that use, it is not put further in than necessary. It ... ...ssed between Mrs. Pocket and Drummle while I was attentive to my knife and fork, spoon, glasses, and other instruments of self-de- struction, that Dru...

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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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... his supper at the table. A clean cloth was spread before him, with knife, fork, and spoon, salt-cellar, pepper-box, glass, and pewter ale-pot. Such z... ...shed his supper, he was nervously going about his plate with his knife and fork, as if some of it were still before him. ‘It 86 Charles Dickens appea... ...tle black chin; wiry black hair striking out from his head in prongs, like forks or hair-pins; and a complexion that was very dingy by nature, or very... ...time he looked at the myste- rious Clennam, he applied spoons to his eyes, forks, and other foreign matters connected with the furniture of the dinner... ...k at one another. By little and little he began; laying down his knife and fork with a noise, taking things up sharply, biting at his bread as if he w... ...w in number, made no show; for popular opinion was as nothing to them. The pastrycook knew who was on his books, and in that knowl- edge could be calm... ...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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...Jock. “Don’t flatter yourself; he wouldn’t think of it.” “How much did you fork out?” asked Bobus. Allen declaimed in the last refinement of Eton slan... ...twice amused the household by figures executed by her dexterous fingers in pastry or in butter; and in the empty house, in her old studio, amid remnan... ...and as we were coming home, a poor woman besought us to buy two toast- ing-forks and a mouse-trap, by way of ornament to brandish in the streets. She ... ...u’ll stay, won’t you?” “If Mrs. Brownlow will let me. I hope your toasting-fork woman has not spirited her away?” “Under the eyes of your horse and ma... ...ays of dagger and of bowl, Of dungeon and of strife. Oh! for the days when forks were not, On skewers came the meat; When from one trencher ate three ...

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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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...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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...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...

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... dinner-service, it was elegant, and in perfect taste. Each utensil—spoon, fork, knife, plate—had a letter en- graved on it, with a motto above it, of... ...n deprived of it so long. It is not even bread,” added he, “but a delicate pastry. You have eaten none, master?” “No, Ned.” “Very well, prepare yourse... ...g else.” “And,” I added, “this bird, suitably prepared, is worth knife and fork.” Indeed, under the thick foliage of this wood, a world of parrots wer...

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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,...