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Updated: June 3, 2025
"May I have this confiture?" asked a battle-stained French orderly, coming up to him. "I found it in that ruined house there all the Germans had left. I haven't had a confiture for a long time, and, monsieur, you cannot imagine what a hunger I have for confitures."
Father Beckett was shrewdly of opinion that the jam factories could take care of themselves, which rather disappointed his wife. She was vaguely disappointed too, in Bar-le-Duc. I think she expected to smell a ravishing fragrance of Jim's favourite confiture as we entered the town.
No one should make her go back; she was her chère petite, she would take care of her and was she not very hungry? would she like some soup, or some cakes, or some bread and confiture? Meanwhile the Countess was saying to Mademoiselle Henriette, "This is a most extraordinary affair.
The stock of "Virginia" has run short for supply to the British soldiers. The "Virginia," being slightly scented, is known in France as tabac a la confiture, but large quantities are being imported from Liverpool expressly to satisfy Tommy Atkins. I met at the War Office, M. Pegoud, inventor of "looping the loop," who was being congratulated by M. Messimy, Minister of War.
"But I'm afraid I could not undertake all this," protested Sophy. "I know very little of housekeeping in a large establishment. I can knit and sew, make coffee and savouries, arrange flowers and that's about all." "Gott! Gott! Can you not make confitures and cakes and salads? Confiture I must have with every meal a nice saucer of cherries or raspberries or greengages, so good with meat.
Whereat, seeing that entreaties were of no avail, we put our seditious and dangerous heads together and formulated a very great scheme; to wit, the lowering of an empty tin-pail about eight inches high, which tin-pail had formerly contained confiture, which confiture had long since passed into the guts of Monsieur Auguste, The Zulu, B., myself, and as The Zulu's friend The Young Pole.
"Heaven preserve us!" thought I. "Will we ever come to the end of it all!" But by four o'clock the first basket of plums was stoned, the sugar weighed, and a huge copper basin of confiture was merrily boiling on the stove. "Where are you going to hide your provisions now you've got them so beautifully tied up?" enquired H., his eyes twinkling. "Hide them?" "Yes!" "What for?"
There was served for supper a "chaud-froid" of partridge without confiture and I lay down upon the sofa, hopeless of being able to sleep between the two down-cushions which compose the German and the Danish bed.... I explored Schleswig, which is a city quite peculiar in its appearance.
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