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Meat pies with sweet crust were
stuffed with macaroni, steaks of pork and beef were
pounded thin and grilled rare, capons had been marinated
in plum wine and cinnamon, and veal sausages stewed in
cream were served over fine noodles: all the dishes that
he loved were present. “I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as
his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair
—whatever it is—without bothering me. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do
something—and do something soon. I finally got my own
set of house keys when I turned eleven. You would rather live like the scum
of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in
bourgeois paradise. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said.
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