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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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...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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...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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...t me up!’ cried Abdullah, climbing up ZamZammah’s wheel. ‘Thy father was a pastry cook, Thy mother stole the ghi” sang Kim. ‘ All Mussalmans fell off ... ... fell off Zam Zammah too. The Mussalmans pushed them off. Thy father was a pastry cook ’ He stopped; for there shuffled round the corner, from the ro... ...–’ ‘No matter, read.’ ‘“Certain things are not known to those who eat with forks. It is better to eat with both hands for a while. Speak soft words to... ...’ ‘Then all Doing is evil?’ Kim replied, lying out under a big tree at the fork of the Doon road, watching the little ants run over his hand. ‘To abst...

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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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..., a woman would be sure to find it out directly. Yes; I called for it at the pastry cook’s.’ ‘And it weighs I don’t know what — whole hundred weight... ...ture, Was it Gruffs and Tackletons the toymakers then, and Would it call at Pastry cooks for wed ding cakes, and Did its mothers know the boxes when... ... they, John?’ ‘That’s all,’ said John. ‘Why no I ’ laying down his knife and fork, and taking a long breath. ‘I declare — I’ve clean forgotten the old... ...g down to kiss the child; which Tilly Slowboy, now intent upon her knife and fork, had deposited asleep (and strange to say, without damage) in a litt...

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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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...ea of the ruler of a realm presented him to me as a sort of shadow about a pastrycook’s shop. But I surprised people by speaking of him. I made remark... ...r than myself, standing tiptoe by the window of a very large and brilliant pastry-cook’s. He persuaded me to go into the shop and ask for a cake. I th... ... before I had eaten. It was a memorable feast. I had soup, fish, meat, and pastry, and, for the first time in my life, a glass of wine. How they laugh... ... things we would buy. She was for bright ribands and draper’s stuff, I for pastry and letter-paper. The smell of people’s dinners united our appetites... ...s piercingly weird. It all tossed the mind in my head like hay on a pitch- fork. I forgot the existence of everything but what I loved passionately,—a... ...emicircled by pines. T orches were stuck in clefts of the trees, or in the fork of the branches, or held by boys and men, and there were clearly men a... ...ir.’ He spread the letter flat with his knife, and turned it over with his fork. ‘Harry,’ said he, half-kindly, and choking, ‘you’re better out of it.... ... I had seen in our boyhood on the night of the fire drop- ping askew, like forks of brown flame, from the burning house in London city; I must have sm... ...efaction. One of the latter hearing of him, had appointed to meet him in a pastrycook’s shop. He met him, and left the place with a cloud on his brow,...

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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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...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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...re Lent, I have been coining out rather strong in that line lately, as the pastry-cook’s bill for desserts will show in good time. ‘I have been asked ... ... shook hands all round and went off. Their hands, being used as knives and forks, were not a little greasy; but of course one does not think of that. ... ..., and slept away in style; that I soon taught them to eat with a knife and fork, and to-day have almost succeeded in making them believe that plum pud... ...ves had several articles, such as china, glass, and the handle of a silver fork, which evidently came from a ship. He had been told that these article... ...t 7.30 the breeze came up, and the big drops began, when suddenly a bright forked flash so sustained that it held its place before our eyes like an im... ... but the broad flashes of lightning were still frequent. The lightning was forked and jagged, and one remarkable thing was the length of time that the...

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... answered No, only she supposed he must be a manufacturer in the knife and fork way. Can I say of her face altered as I have rea- son to remember it, ... ..., do you mean, sir? Ah! said Mr. Barkis. Her. Yes. She makes all our pastry, and does all our cooking. Do she though? said Mr. Barkis. He mad... ...seat at the board; but found it extremely difficult to handle my knife and fork with anything like dexterity, or 83 David Copperfield Vol. I to avo... ... he seemed the fresher for it. What have we got here? he said, putting a fork into my dish. Not chops? Chops, I said. Lord bless my soul! he e... ...ds. I had my own old mug with David on it, and my own old little knife and fork that wouldn t cut. While we were at table, I thought it a favourable o... ...oing to Murdstone and Grinby s, of a morning, I could not resist the stale pastry put out for sale at half-price at the pastrycooks doors, and spent ... ...what she would recommend would be this. A pair of hot roast fowls from the pastry-cook s; a dish of stewed beef, with vegetables from the pastry-cook ... ...; two little corner things, as a raised pie and a dish of kidneys from the pastrycook s; a tart, and (if I liked) a shape of jelly 434 David Copperf... ...nd (if I liked) a shape of jelly 434 David Copperfield Vol. I from the pastrycook s. This, Mrs. Crupp said, would leave her at full liberty to con...

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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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...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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...e head from the criminals. “We’ve got him—got him on the Caudine T oasting-fork!” Rudyard Kipling said Stalky, after those hints were taken. “King’ll... ...They need it.” “I don’t like the boys, I own”—Prout dug viciously with his fork into the table-cloth—”and I don’t pretend to be a strong man, as you k... ...s “a downy bird.” Young blood who had stumbled into an entanglement with a pastry-cook’s daughter at Plymouth; experience who had come into a small le... ...generalissimo.” One does not refuse a warrior of Sobraon, or deny the only pastry-cook within bounds. So Keyte came, by invita- tion, leaning upon a s...

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... apprentice- ship, have I gone out to purchase some nicety, I approach the pastry-cook’s, perceive some women at the counter, and imagine they are lau... ...informed that the country people had no bread, replied, “Then let them eat pastry!” Yet even this resource was attended with a difficulty. I some- tim... ...one for this very purpose, running over the whole city, and passing thirty pastry cook’s shops, without daring to enter any one of them. In the first ... ...ore remarkable. When she presented me a plate, I mod- estly put forward my fork to take one of the least bits of what she offered me, which made her g... ...ied. We had but one little and very filthy candle, pewter plates, and iron forks. 292 The Confessions I could have overlooked what passed in secret, ...

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... tippet, very comfortable, and no trouble at all—he had scrambled into the fork, and brought down a beautiful spire of blossoms, with all the grand le... ...le word. “Ah, so you’ve got at he, after all,” said Purday, leaning on the fork with which he had thrown on the weeds. “Nothing is safe from you.” “Wh... ...al politeness, he gave his arm to Miss Fosbrook, and carried them off to a pastry-cook’s, where he bade them eat what they pleased, and spend the rest...

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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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...ed, would doubtless in time have reflected that fin- gers were made before forks, and have reverted accord- ingly. But in the affairs of the fire-plac... ...hey would feed themselves on trashy wafers from the shop of the Barchester pastry-cook, on chalk and gum and adulter- ated sugar. Poor Miss Thorne! yo... ... Death will be creeping out and poking at his victim with a small toasting-fork. ’ Eleanor laughed; but yet she thought that if the surviv- ing preben...