The woollen-draper was no despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork were child's sport compared with those of Mr. I'll eat them when we start. She knew his appetite from many a homemade dinner and knew also that he had taken Bitch Vorsack’s comments to heart. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud.
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