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"But directly there's a war, whoever it is you've married, if it isn't one of your own countrymen, rises up against you, just as if he were too many meringues you'd had for dinner." "Living or dead," said Anna-Rose, nodding, "he rises up against you." "Till the war we never thought at all about it," said Anna-Felicitas. "Either one way or the other," said Anna-Rose.
It was indeed a fairy-tale banquet, this dinner of steak and chip potatoes, followed by méringues
For once in her life jellies and creams, even meringues themselves, failed to tempt her appetite, for she was feasting on an even sweeter diet that of unlimited flattery and praise.
"His trouble," said Billy, "was that he stood in with a contractor who was putting up a music-hall, and the contractor put it up with material about as strong as a heap of meringues, and it collapsed on the third night and killed half the audience." "And then?" "The papers raised a howl, and they got after the contractor, and the contractor gave Waring away. It killed him for the time being."
They wanted to go into another room now, where there weren't any. Anna-Felicitas felt, and told Anna-Rose who was staring listlessly at the left-over meringues, that it was like having committed murder, and being obliged to go on looking at the body long after you were thoroughly tired of it. Anna-Rose agreed, and said that she wished now she hadn't committed meringues, anyhow so many of them.
"Meringues haven't got souls," said Eleanor's mother. "It's a mercy that they haven't," said Clovis; "they would be always losing them, and people like my aunt would get up missions to meringues, and say it was wonderful how much one could teach them and how much more one could learn from them." "What could you learn from a meringue?" asked Eleanor's mother.
Young Bill him that gave me the meringues has got a mate called Winkle. I'll give you an intro., if you like. He's quite a toff. He's been a waiter." Marcella made some excuse, but when Phyllis or Diddy went away to her appointment with Bill she sat for a long time thinking. She was already feeling disillusioned. At nine o'clock she decided to go below.
At that Grandfather Pinner jumped as though he had been shot. "Don't shout!" he cried. "What's the matter with the boy? Meringues! What about 'em?" "Oh, Aunt Josephine, must we go on?" groaned Cyril desperately. "It's quite all right, dear boy," said Aunt Josephine, as though he and she were at the dentist's together. "He'll understand in a minute."
Then had come Louis's tale, which had horrified her, Diddy's tale which had grieved her at first and then puzzled her as she saw how easily the image of the sick girl was replaced by that of a man who gave her meringues. Ole Fred had frightened her: Mr. Peters had at first seemed ridiculous and then cruel. Most of the people on the ship seemed cruel, when she came to reflect about it.
I will make méringues of them for you." She could make méringues of them; Gregory didn't doubt it. Yet, and here was the glow of malicious satisfaction that atoned to him for the discomforts he endured, they were, every one of them, making méringues of her.
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