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At the fourth hour they breakfasted on bread, grapes, olives, and cheese and eggs; at the sixth they lunched, still more heartily; and at the ninth hour they dined; and this meal, the coena, was the principal one, which consisted of three parts: the first the gustus was made up of dishes to provoke an appetite, shell-fish and piquant sauces; the second the fercula composed of different courses; and the third the dessert, a mensae secundae composed of fruits and pastry.
"We should be even more grateful for an excuse to call on this inoffensive young man and his mother at eleven o'clock in the morning," objected Kew. "He ought to be at the Front," was the excuse provided by Cousin Gustus. "So ought I," sighed Kew. "Oh, but you're a wounded, aren't you?" asked the admirer. There were signs of a possible transfer of admiration, and Mrs.
The naked trees were like pillars in the mist, the grass was grey and whitened to the distance, the world had mislaid its horizon, and one's eye slid up without check between the trees to where the last word of a daylight moon whispered in the sky. "I glory in a view that dispenses with colour," said Mrs. Gustus severely.
The beauty of a free life of simplicity had filled pages of Anonyma's notebooks, and also, to the annoyance of Cousin Gustus, had overflowed into her conversation. Cousin Gustus's memory had been constantly busy extracting from the past moral tales concerning the disasters attendant on excessive simplicity in human relationships.
In other words, it means, ‘this occurs among beasts and men,’ viz., that the ‘taste of blood,’ etc. Therefore, ‘inter homines, etc., gustus creat, etc.,’ does not express the English meaning, it only translates its expression. “5. ‘Inter homines’ is not the Latin phrase for ‘among.’ ‘Inter’ generally involves some sense of division, viz., interruption, contrast, rivalry, etc.
Margery sat looking into the fire, and smoothing Gustus' hair. Olga, who was sitting with Charlie on the opposite side of the blaze, her back against a log, arranged her skirts. "Come on, Charlie," she said, with a glance at Kent. And Charlie ensconced himself comfortably with his head on Olga's knee.
Russell lay on his back listening to the busy sound of the bees filling their honeybags, and the sheep filling themselves, and Cousin Gustus filling his diary. He watched the rooks travel across the varied country of the sky. He watched a little black and white bird that danced in the air to the tune of its own very high and flippant song. He watched the sun ford a deep and foaming cloud.
She also remembered distinctly seeing in the bar of the inn a notice warning her to the effect that walls and probably breakwaters have ears and eyes in these days, and that the German Government has a persistent wish to possess itself of private diaries and notebooks. "I am having an adventure," said Mrs. Gustus. "I must keep cool."
Gustus interposed with presence of mind. "We'll start," she said. "Don't let's be hampered in the beginning of our quest by social littleness." She was conscious that she looked handsome enough for any breach of convention. She wore an unusual shaped dress the colour of vanilla ice.
He was no prop on which to repose confidence, and it was very easy both to tell him lies and not to tell him facts. Mrs. Gustus had no gift of intimacy. She was reserved about everything except herself, or what she believed to be herself. The self that she shared so generously with others was, however, not founded on fact, but modelled on the heroine of all her books.
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