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"If what people tell me is correct, I'm nearer sixty," said Dark. "Terrestrial years, of course." "Of course. But I don't believe it." Dark shrugged, and cut another bite of steak. He seemed to be enjoying his meal quite as much as though he were not her prisoner and she his captor as, indeed, she was, too.
The boys bustled about, making coffee, broiling steak and reheating the potatoes that had been left over from their own meal. This, with bread and butter, satisfied the hunger of their guests. In the meantime the constable described how he and his friend had followed the game for some five miles or more. "It's my opinion that the scoundrel won't come back here at all," declared the officer.
"This is Corbett on the Space Lance. Go ahead." Strong took the microphone. "This is Captain Strong," he called. "How was your blast-off, Tom?" "Smooth as silk, sir," replied the young cadet. "Wild Bill sends his greetings and says he'll take a three-inch steak instead of flowers when he wins." "Tell him it's a deal." Strong laughed. "End transmission." "See you on Titan, sir," said Tom.
Miss Panney did not let her steak get cold, for she could talk and eat at the same time, and the founder of Methodism never delivered so scorching a tirade against pomp and show in professors of religion as she gave forth in his name. Mrs.
For breakfast, in this dietary, one or two gluten biscuits are allowed and a cup of unsweetened coffee. Also, six ounces of lean grilled steak, chops or chicken, and any white fish or the whites of two eggs. This is about the layout for luncheon and dinner. It is all about as exciting and appetizing as that.
And the writer, taking in these mishaps in the very spirit of fun and frolic, is suddenly sobered and silenced by seeing his venison steak drop from the end of the "frizzling stick," and disappear between two glowing logs. The party manages, however, to get off on the hunt at daylight, with full stomachs; and perhaps the hearty fun and laughter more than compensate for these little mishaps.
The way they charge in Berlin is enough to make you sick." "Don't tell me. I have been there. No longer ago than last Tuesday or was it last Monday? I went into one of those big restaurants on the Unter den Linden and ordered a small steak, French fried potatoes, a piece of pie and a cup of coffee and what do you think those thieves charged me for it? Three marks fifty! Think of it!
If Jake's mean enough to give me up, why, I reckon I'll have to stand the gaff." "No," denied June, a spark of flaming resolution in her shining eyes. Inside the big chuck tent of the construction camp the cook was busy forking steak to tin plates and ladling potatoes into deep dishes. "Git a move on you, Red Haid," he ordered.
In the country, you see a household perhaps made void some fine morning by Biddy's sudden departure, and nobody to make the bread, or cook the steak, or sweep the parlors, or do one of the complicated offices of a family, and no bakery, cook-shop, or laundry to turn to for alleviation.
Seems like I c'n just get a whiff of the steak a sizzling on the gridiron at our house; and say, when I think of it, I get wild. I'm as hungry as that bear that came to our camp, and sent us all up in trees like a covey of partridges."
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