"Born in a trunk", trical sups grease-paint    of t it, for    ceived ter soufflé, very cy-five minutes in a medium oven.

        And t soufflé t ever in o make, ordered up by some Frenc of Sir and Madam, me mam pleased as punco fix it for o our    even during t Grouse S y of t tes like s;Pearls before s; my motantly sent ty courses of    up to t t pigs ell you, try s t, only aff wandards.

        For Madam ouc oysters and grapes oimes a day, due to t of y, il a devilled bo sundoed up    of spite. O strikes -- terrible!) And as for ters of Grouse, all ted ell    tastes?

        So me mam took great pains ru of t lobster soufflé, sending to t itself and t alive,    e squeaking piteously cra of t etc. etc. ete mam all a-flutter before sed the eggs.

        t as s over to stir to tter, a pair of ig. t first, it    kitcco put o t as ser meat, diced up, all nice, s tray higher.

        t ed t.

        And as soppling tents of ten egg- o but so muco te dish abandon and:

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        Into t.

        I draw a veil.

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        "La to ask. I    ;

        But, no. t up like a montgolfier and, as soon as its golden    t tly drao extract t oocaff, some forty-five in number.

        But not quite exemplary. t cer. te    do;;trop de ne," and scraped it off e into t; sified smirk. S and alicular about es. S;; in ";.

        My mother weeps for shame.

        " al -- o improve le ton," meossing me mam a killing look as s t no room for tes ually by tation of a Carême or a Soyer acracks to bouche rage.

        "For isnt it Alberlin, co t ts uck    fat co broad Yorks of    slippers. . ."

        ceived upon a kitcable, born upon a kitco , far more aptly, my arrival    in table fusillade of copper-bottom kitcympani; and tter of ladle against disurnspit dogs all : "Bo;

        It being, as you mige, a good tober, Sir and Madam being in London tains a fiyle all by ting in aking of t Boo les to    so fetc, just topping tea-cup up airs as if a Cra started up its woodblocks and xylophones, crash, .

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        "O; quavers ttle skivvyette. "tis nobbut t;

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        Due to my mot;o" in "obese", and t loyalty and affe to, amid o , since s so relieve my mot due to ted arrival and to get in some ming and pomaded gent to cter up. Beloairs sately yet oo stable progress due to tea s of o the door.

        a spectacle greets    c,    time. My mot , ly sire kitctitudes of adoration, easil and giving out t merry rattle of trulys first lullaby.

        Alas, my cradle song sooers out in tinkle as t    eye.

        "s -- ;

        "A bonny boy!" e mam, planting a smag kiss on tender fore her pillowing bosom.

        "Out of t; cries t;; she adds.

        But    (except my mottack truments ing in unison:

        "tcc turn out tc;

        And t rutter;    tself, t, if it did not make me, all t caused me to be made? Not one scullery maid nor ttlest vegetable boy could remember     soufflé m, every co cut sand so ed to tc to t t gourmet due kept a gourmet valet? Yet lines melt like aspi t from the range.

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        tc treated to revive ot of rum in e parlour, for, faced iny amongst ttle valour in    and    to sulk i.

        t toys I played ook my batureen in le soup il I could toddle because, as for my crib,    ttle? And ttle oion of nouris, and t kitcs y iny shrine.

        And, indeed, is t somet a great kitcs of soot-darkeone far above me, al ba unfurl above tless tive persons on tal vessels dangling from ill needed ing for tion of t of food. And tar, yes, an altar, before wual    upon her upper lip and fire glowing in her cheeks.

        At traiged scrust. I being too little to mas me on o c ts me to stamp out tartlets for myself, tears of joy at my precocity trig der t, no all stool so I    reaco stir t goes round and round and rouucks it in at t else I trip over it    into my own e.
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