His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. The knight stood upon his defence; but he would unquestionably have been torn in pieces by the savage hounds, if a shower of oaths, seconded by a vigorous application of kicks and blows from their master, had not driven them growling off. . . " "In what way, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, in astonishment. 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. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. We're two good-looking fellows, ain't we?" "Very good-looking," replied Rachel. good at that.
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