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There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush
this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. 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 paused again. Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened,
locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness. A
girl—at my age—is grown-up.
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