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...ckled pi- geon perched on his shoulder. There was a small note tied to its forked foot. Theo undid the message string and unrolled the piece of paper... ...his f rst hug in days. She straightened his unruly hair and then popped a pastry into his mouth. ‘She’s feeding you like a pigeon,’ Bozo cackled, lyi... ...ting himself. Theo opened his mouth to reply but found another pistachio pastry shoved between his teeth. He started to protest but then ref ected ... ...nd the wind screamed eerily about the ship. Then there was a long, jagged fork of lightning that seemed very close and a few seconds later a drum ro... ...to sob and Buntee dared to wrap an arm around her shoulders in comfort. A fork of lightning hit the sea not far away and there was an enormous hiss ...

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...here is to be a wedding this morning at the corner house in the terrace. The pastry cook’s people have been there half a dozen times already; all day... ...bly good dinner, and even the afflicted Mrs. Chop per wields her knife and fork with much of the spirit and elasticity of youth. But Mr. Merrywinkle...

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...paths amongst the houses—by the riv- erside or on the jetties, the tray of pastry, it was her mission to sell, skilfully balanced on her head. During ... ...ys ready to repeat his tale: how he saw the body caught by the sarong in a forked log; how Mrs. Almayer coming, one of the first, at his cries, recogn... ...ranging solemnly the ill-assorted and shabby crockery, the tin spoons, the forks with broken prongs, and the knives with saw-like blades and loose han...

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...ave seen Darsie Latimer at break- fast. T ea and chocolate, eggs, ham, and pastry, not forgetting the broiled fish, disappeared with a celerity which ... ...fash- ioned belt, with brass studs, in which hung a dirk, with a knife and fork, its usual accompaniments. Altogether, there was something more wild a...

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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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... 22 jolly old grandfather unto this, retorts, not only that he declines to fork out with that cheerful readiness which is always so agreeable and plea... ... was perfectly audible to all present, ‘The watch word to the old min is fork. ’ The Old Curiosity Shop – Dickens 26 ‘Is what?’ demanded Quilp. ‘I... ...rk. ’ The Old Curiosity Shop – Dickens 26 ‘Is what?’ demanded Quilp. ‘Is fork, sir, fork,’ replied Mr Swiveller slapping his picket. ‘You are awake,... ...h ex traordinary greediness, drank boiling tea without wink ing, bit his fork and spoon till they bent again, and in short performed so many horrify... ...keenness and enjoyment. ‘May the present moment, ’ said Dick, sticking his fork into a large carbuncular potato, ‘be the worst of our lives! I like th... ...ing. ‘And whose should you say it was?’ inquired Mr Swiveller, rubbing the pastry against his nose with a dreadful calmness. ‘Whose?’ ‘Not—’ ‘Yes,’ sa...

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...there would be a set of mea- sures like the bolters in a mill, one for the pastry-flour, one for the bread- flour, one for the blues, one for the bran... ...that your favourite brown bread is made of all those kinds mixed—bran, and pastry- flour, and all.’ ‘Yes,’ said Helen, ‘all the world would turn idiot... ...t is almost more important than the law that you must eat with a knife and fork,’ said Elizabeth. ‘There is one level of conversation, fit for the mea... ...ch was surrounded with minia- ture watering-pots, humming-tops, knives and forks, a Tonbridge-ware box, a gold-studded horn bonbonniere, a Breakwater-...

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... go about with plasters in various places. The baker is ill, and so is the pastry cook. A new man, horribly indisposed, has been required to fill the ... ...st experiments were made by taking articles in common use, such as knives, forks, spoons, keys, &c., and pasting upon them labels with their names pri... ...ry patient in this asylum sits down to dinner ev ery day with a knife and fork; and in the midst of them sits the gentleman, whose manner of dealing ... ...nd that the gentle men thrust the broad bladed knives and the two pronged forks further down their throats than I ever saw the same weapons go before... ...d who help themselves several times instead, usually suck their knives and forks meditatively, until they have decided what to take next: then pull th...

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...scendent, that he was obliged every now and then to lay down his knife and fork, rub his hands, and think about it. By the time the cheese and celery ... ... rather ill that he was not somebody else—’you might as well be a toasting-fork or a frying-pan, Pinch, for any help you can render me.’ ‘Except in th... ...S cooked. When I come up, she was dodg- ing among the tender pieces with a fork, and eating of ‘em.’ But he had scarcely achieved the utterance of the... ...y one hardly, but him!’ He pointed to his honoured parent with the carving-fork, in order that they might know whom he meant. ‘How very strange!’ crie... ...no appetite?’ asked Merry. ‘Oh, yes,’ said Jonas, plying his own knife and fork very fast. ‘He eats—when he’s helped. But he don’t care whether he wai... ...hdrew itself, as such a precious creature should, behind a lattice work of pastry. And behold, on the first floor, at the court-end of the house, in a... ...om the destruction of heavy dishes, and glared with watchful eyes upon the pastry. What Mrs Pawkins felt each day at dinner-time is hidden from all hu... ...IUS did not lead him into the dens of any of those preparers of cannibalic pastry, who are represented in many standard country legends as doing a liv... ...ther so endearingly!), and caused her to implore him to take refuge in the pastry-cook’s, and after- wards to peep out at the door so shrinkingly; and...

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...uch to be told about the Firm, Uncle,’ said the boy , plying his knife and fork.’ It’ s a precious dark set of offices, and in the room where I sit, t... ... arrival Miss T ox produced a mug for her godson, and Mr Chick a knife and fork and spoon in a case. Mr Dombey also produced a bracelet for Miss T ox;... ...Mrs MacStinger faded into nothing before it. He dropped the potato and the fork—and would have dropped 128 Dombey & Son the knife too if he could—and... ... round of bread, genteelly served on a plate and napkin, and with a silver fork lying crosswise on the top of it. Doctor Blimber was already in his pl... ...ere were drives to milliners, dress- makers, jewellers, lawyers, florists, pastry-cooks; and Florence was always of the party. Florence was to go to t... ...with a naturally delicate constitu- tion, and the extreme stupidity of the pastry-cook who has undertaken the breakfast, is almost too much for my poo... ...d see what he was always up to! Which the housemaid says is very true. The pastry-cook is hard at work in the funereal room in Brook Street, and the v... ...he exhausted negroes with as many flow- ers and love-knots as he will. The pastry-cook has done his duty like a man, though, and a rich breakfast is s... ...rpowered her milky nature, that she was fain to seek immediate refuge in a pastrycook’s, and there, in a musty little back room usually devoted to the...

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...than the curry; flesh and blood could bear it no longer. She laid down her fork. “Water, for Heaven’s sake, water!” she cried. Mr. Sedley burst out la... ...th’s Crawley, who is repre- sented as the foreground of the picture in his forked beard and armour. Out of his waistcoat, as usual, grows a tree, on t... ...own; and then we’ll have a bit of supper.” Presently the baronet plunged a fork into the saucepan on the fire, and withdrew from the pot a piece of tr... ...ent off to transact his business. In a word, he went out and ate ices at a pastry-cook’s shop in Charing Cross; tried a new coat in Pall Mall; dropped... ...ellars over the way. As for one dozen well- manufactured silver spoons and forks at per oz., and one dozen dessert ditto ditto, there were three young... ...her lift up his head after the failure was on the receipt of the packet of forks and spoons with the young stockbrokers’ love, over which he burst out... ...ed little Rawdon’s crony from school, and made both the children sick with pastry, and oysters, and porter after the play. He tried to look know- ing ...

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...hina plates, cracked or chipped, with fragments of a past meal, and nickel forks—the plate of the Paris poor; a basket full of potatoes and dirty line... ...ibertine, he had found himself, with regard to women, in the position of a pastry-cook who loves sweet- meats. His habits of vice had become to him a ... ...mitation, but the Baron will not examine them. In short, you will make him fork out another hundred and fifty thousand francs to add to our nest-eggs ... ...e well; you have al- lowed yourself to be fooled, but, after all, you have forked out.—I have fulfilled my part of the agreement, haven’t I? Well, loo... ...old his servants to go to “Montame Thomas.” The coachman drove to a famous pastrycook’s. “She is a milliner, you damn’ idiot, and not a cake-shop!” cr... ...k each other’s measure, and he guessed that I can make Lucien’s lady-loves fork out.” This soliloquy lasted for three hours. His torments were so grea... ...This windfall amounted to three thousand francs, a dozen silver spoons and forks, a gold watch and chain and some linen. Instead of depositing the thr...

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...up on Saturday night: what with all the cooking on Sunday , having to make pastry and she didn’t know what all, she did not feel up to giving the boy ... ...y , and I tell you it’s not a good picture.” Lawson put down his knife and fork. His green eyes flashed fire, he gasped with rage; but he could be see... ...le full of mixed pickles. They were very popular. There were no knives and forks, but in a minute a large fat boy in a white coat came in with a coupl... ...ey talked and laughed and shouted, and there was the clatter of knives and forks, and strange sounds of eating. Philip was glad to get back into the d... ...nd cook your dinner for you.” ‘Erb was sitting at table with his knife and fork already in his hands. He was a young man, with an open face and blue e... ...got a plate and wiped it quickly with her apron, then took a new knife and fork from the chest of drawers, where her best cutlery rested among her bes...

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...n pot of charcoal ashes in one hand, went up and down, crying his wares. A pastry merchant divided his attention between the scaffold and his customer... ...e. The bald spot was scarcely distinguishable from the rest. The cigar and pastry merchants resigned all thoughts of business, for the moment, and aba... ... platform on one side of the gallery. The counterfeit apostles’ knives and forks were laid out on that side of the table which was nearest to the wall... ...lly called the Fort of Fra Diavolo; the old town of Itri, like a device in pastry, built up, almost perpen dicularly, on a hill, and approached by lo...

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...were various delicacies brought from foreign parts, and a quantity of rich pastry, as well as of the simnel-bread and wastle cakes, which were only us... ...ll for once depart from my rule,” replied the hermit. And as there were no forks in those days, his clutches were instantly in the bowels of the pasty... ... than labour for their maintenance.” “Stingless!” replied Front-de-Boeuf; “fork-headed shafts of a cloth-yard in length, and these shot within the bre...

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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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...of that statue of terror and despair. “My aunt,” she said, “take my silver forks and spoons. I have enough to make up the sum; I took your money for P... ...one of the great creations of French confection- ery; which no chef, cook, pastry-cook, or confectioner has ever been able to reproduce. Monsieur de R...

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...f Mrs. Barman cares to practise charity, she has only to hold in her Fury- forked tongue, or her Jarniman I think ‘s the name.’ Carting shrugged. ‘Let... ... be sure of a tastiness in my vegetables.’ ‘And good sauces!’ ‘ And pretty pastry. I said, Cordon bleu. The miracle is, it ‘s a woman that Victor Radn... ... he drank, and blinked; and was then told, that before using his knife and fork he must betake himself to some fire of shavings and chips, where cof- ... ..., she liked him to be with Colney, for a clog on him; as it were, a tuning-fork for the wild airs he started. A little pessimism, also, she seemed to ... ...f the squires of old England thumped along among the guests, a very tuning-fork to keep them at their pitch of enthusiasm. He encountered Mr. Caddis, ... ...ing distinguishable from annuitant spinsters only in presenting themselves forked. ‘He is unsuccessful and embittered, Victor said to Nesta. ‘Colney w...

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...l of choice food,into my hand, some outlandish kind of savage sweetmeat or pastry, like a doting mother petting a sickly urchin with tarts and sugar p... ...k’s tooth, which is about as well adapted to the purpose as a one- pronged fork for pitching hay. No wonder, then, that the acute Narmonee perceived t...

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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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...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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...er, chinking Mr Rokesmith’s gold as he sat expectant between his knife and fork, remarked that six of 43 Charles Dickens those sovereigns came just i... ...n by him at the table, and began touching up his hair with the handle of a fork. It was one of the girl’s spoilt ways to be always arranging the famil... ...Boffin exercised his patience until Wegg, in the exercise of his knife and fork, had finished the dish: only profiting by the oppor- tunity to inform ... ...ringing to a dignified conclusion several quarrels he has on hand with the pastrycook’ s men, announces breakfast. Dining-room no less magnificent tha... ...e-flushed and wild of aim, has borrowed on the spur of the moment from the pastrycook’s porter, to cast after the departing pair as an auspicious omen... ... on to the pot- bellied silver salt-cellars. All the big silver spoons and forks widened the mouths of the company expressly for the pur- pose of thru... ..., instantly declared him a Circumnavigator. Was 147 Charles Dickens pitch-forked into the Navy, but has not circumnavigated. I announced myself and w... ...lications it is restive, and has a surface on it somewhat in the nature of pastry—and gets to the club by the appointed time. At the club he promptly ... .... ‘If my maid had a little note and half a crown, I could run round to the pastrycook’s to sign something, or I could sign something in the Square if ...

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... bark), a knife with a bone handle beginning to turn yellow, a two-pronged fork as thin as a wafer, and a salt-cellar incapable of being made to stand... ...ne larger than a plate), a turkey of about the size of a calf, eggs, rice, pastry, and every conceivable thing which could possibly be put into a stom... ...“What a brute!” thought Chichikov. “I am lucky to have got through so much pastry and stuffed shoulder of mut- ton at Sobakevitch’s!” “Also,” went on ... ...an stone whereof seals are cut—the company applied themselves to knife-and-fork work, and, in so doing, evinced their several characteristics and tast... ...f the whole fish; so that, on the host remembering the creature, and, with fork in hand, leading the way in its direction and saying, “What, gentlemen... ...an air as though at least HE had not eaten it, was engaged in plunging his fork into a much more diminutive piece of fish which happened to be resting... ... showed in shortened perspective), and then plunged into the shade of some forked, umbrageous trees which stood scattered over turf and extended to th... ...y find suitable— anything else that you may have got handy. Also, bake the pastry to a nice brown on one side, and but lightly on the other. Yes, and,...

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...g there. We every day pass through the air hole some bread at the end of a fork, and some meat when he asks for it; but alas! It is not of bread and m... ...In the Rue de Seine he met Planchet, who had stopped before the house of a pastry cook, and was contemplating with ecstasy a cake of the most appetizi... ...s tongue over a spoonful of preserves, and stuck his teeth into the sticky pastry of Mme. Coquenard. “Now,” said he, “the sacrifice is consummated! Ah...

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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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.... 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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...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...