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... officer, having apparently waited till he had finished with his knife and fork, was leaning his cheek on his fist, looking at nobody, and quietly hum... ...essed, with diamonds all over him. He sparkled like the Christmas cakes in pastry-cooks” windows. I sang to him, and he made quite a noise about me. B... ...e for a minute. Sit with me.” She pointed to a place beside herself on the fork of a dry log under flowering hawthorn. A pale shadowy blue centre of l... ... from. As when the wriggling eel that has been prodded by the countryman’s fork, finds that no amount of wriggling will release it, to it twists in a ...

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...ced on my knee, and I was cordially invited to eat the circlet of delicate pastry upon it. Vain favour! coming, like most other favours long deferred ... ...g) her and the cook; learning to make custards and cheese-cakes and French pastry, to truss game and garnish desert-dishes. The party were expected to... ... cold chicken, a roll of bread, some tarts, a plate or two and a knife and fork: with this booty I made a hasty retreat. I had regained the gallery, a...

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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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...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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...y, by-and-by.’ They had in fact taken seats at a table of mutton pies in a pastrycook’s shop, where dashing military men were restrained solely by the... ...you meddle with politics, you must submit to be held up on the prongs of a fork, my boy; soaped by your backers and shaved by the foe; and there’s a f... ...what would strike every fellow first off. It is the place; the very place. Pastry-cooks’ shops won’t stand comparison with it. Don’t tell me you ‘re t... ...ion, she had watched him fretting at the savoury morsels of her pie with a fork like a sparrow-beak during the monologue that would have been so drear...

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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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...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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...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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... you so far honour an entire stranger? I can answer for the quality of the pastry, having eaten two dozen and three of them myself since five o’clock.... ...seur,” replied the young man. Colonel Geraldine likewise did honour to the pastry; and every one in that bar having now either accepted or refused his... ...go merrily; there was a perpetual babble of voices and sound of knives and forks below the chestnut; and Francis, who had no more than a roll to gnaw,... ...“I have followed the wars, as you imagine.” Villon laid down his knife and fork, which he had just 210 Robert Louis Stevenson taken up again. “Were a... ...the taper, sensual fingers were like those of one of Leonardo’s women; the fork of the thumb made a dimpled protuber- ance when closed; the nails were... ... good face upon it, one and all, and made a great clattering of knives and forks. To see Leon eating a single cold sausage was to see a triumph; by 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...

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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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...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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...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... ...nd the glittering table, busy with their glittering spoons, and knives and forks, and plates, might have been taken for a grown-up exposition of Tom T... ...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... ... couldn’t help nodding her bonnet over one eye, and rattling her knife and fork upon her plate in using them, as if she were playing castanets. Edith ... ... against Florence on the sofa, said grace, unscrewed his hook, screwed his fork into its place, and did the honours of the table. ‘My lady lass,’ said... ...o seemed to have quite forgot- ten his own dinner, laid down his knife and fork, and drew his chair to the sofa. ‘W al’r was a trim lad, warn’t he, pr...

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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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...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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.... 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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... 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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...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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...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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...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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...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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...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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...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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... 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 ...