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Now, Mr. Lorrequer, said Mrs. Bingham, as she seated herself by the open window,
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Now, then, to begin my functions, said I, as I rung for the waiter, and ran over in my mind rapidly how many invaluable hints for my new position my present trip might afford me,
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(as the lawyers say,) that Lady Jane Callonby might feel herself tempted to become my travelling companion, in which case--But, confound it, how I am castle-building again. Meanwhile, Mrs. Bingham is looking as hungry and famished as though she would eat the waiter. Ha! this is the
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Allons faire petit souper.
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Cotelettes d'Agneau.
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Maionnaise d'homard.
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Perdreaux rouges aux truffes--mark that, aux truffes.
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Gelee au maraschin.
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And the wine, sir, said the waiter, with a look of approval at my selection,
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Champagne--no other wine, sir?
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No, said I,
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Champagne only. Frappe de glace, of course,
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bearing upon them the rich incense of a fragrant orange tree in blossom--and the sparkling drops of a neighbouring fountain, the gentle plash of which is faintly audible amid the hum of the drone-bee--let such be the