He had finally put aside The Lilac
Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had
brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. Inside was the blue stone she
had lost in the 1800’s. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. The cook tried to ply her with spiced meat
and fish soup. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too
slimy to sit upon. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and
a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due
complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of
lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded
by a forest of fennel. "
She kindled with sympathy.
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