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Though this adoption was below the son of a grand vizier, Buddir ad Deen was glad to accept of the pastry-cook's proposal, judging it the best thing he could do, considering his circumstances. The cook clothed him, called for witnesses, and went before a notary, where he acknowledged him for his son. After this, Buddir ad Deen lived with him under the name of Houssun, and learned the pastry-trade.
A sound from Fleur distracted his attention. "Look! The people who were in the Gallery with us." "What people?" muttered Soames, who knew perfectly well. "I think that woman's beautiful." "Come into this pastry-cook's," said Soames abruptly, and tightening his grip on her arm he turned into a confectioner's.
So the Lady of Honor and the Prime Minister hated Giglio because they had done him a wrong; and these unprincipled people invented a hundred cruel stories about poor Giglio, in order to influence the King, Queen, and Princess against him; how he was so ignorant that he could not spell the commonest words, and actually wrote Valoroso Valloroso, and spelt Angelica with two l's; how he drank a great deal too much wine at dinner, and was always idling in the stables with the grooms; how he owed ever so much money at the pastry-cook's and the haberdasher's; how he used to go to sleep at church; how he was fond of playing cards with the pages.
Was she in one of the hotels? Doubtful, considering that she was entirely by herself. In a pastry-cook's shop? Far more likely. Driving about in a cab? Possible, certainly; but no more. Loitering away the time in some quiet locality, out-of-doors? Likely enough, again, on that fine autumn evening.
A cutlet was brought from the pastry-cook's patronised by the Conservatoire, and I devoured it, to the great joy of Madame Guerard and Mlle. de Brabender, for I detested meat, and always refused to eat it. The members of the committee at last went to their places in the large box, and there was silence in the theatre. The young men were called first on the stage.
A sound from Fleur distracted his attention. "Look! The people who were in the Gallery with us." "What people?" muttered Soames, who knew perfectly well. "I think that woman's beautiful." "Come into this pastry-cook's," said Soames abruptly, and tightening his grip on her arm, he turned into a confectioner's.
Esther's eyes filled with glad tears as the well-loved little figure popped in, with a baker's paper hat on his head, and delivered the absurd words; and if you had looked at Henry's face too, you would have been at a loss to know which loved the little pastry-cook's boy best. When Mike returned to his dressing-room, a mysterious box was awaiting him.
"'Is mamma don't know as 'ow 'e's hout, I shouldn't vonder, said the cabman and away went Macassar, singing at the top of his voice as he sat in the cab 'The loveliest lady that ever was seen Is the lovely Lady Crinoline. "The cab passed through Covent Garden on its way. 'Stop at the pastry-cook's at the corner, said Macassar up through the little trap-door. The cab drew up suddenly.
But under Sir Harry's quizzical gaze he swallowed it down bravely, and sat gasping and blinking. It may have been that the maraschino induced a haze upon the rest of the afternoon. The gas-lamps were lit when they left the pastry-cook's and entered a haberdasher's where Taffy, without knowing why, was fitted with a pair of white kid gloves.
She had managed to get some flour smuggled into Paris from her husband's estate, and had white-bread made of it secretly, at the pastry-cook's. Had this been discovered, it would inevitably have prepared the way for all of them to the scaffold.
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