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Updated: May 12, 2025
Affectionately, "BERT." "Heavens!" exclaimed John, stifling the note in his hand and stalking tragically around the room. "Can it be possible that I have nursed a frozen viper? An ingrate? A wolf in sheep's clothing? An orang-outang in gent's furnishings?" "Was you calling me, sir?" asked a voice at the door. It was the janitor. "No!" thundered John; "Quit my sight! get out of my way!
Returning very sorrowful, and caring now for nothing, I found this little stray thing lying, her arms upon her, and not a sign of life, except the way that she was biting. Black root-stuff was in her mouth, and a piece of dirty sheep's wool, and at her feet an old egg-shell of some bird of the moorland.
Outside in the dim halls of the house a sudden noise had sprung into being, the noise of some one running upstairs in great haste, and, stepping quickly to the door, Cleek drew it sharply open. As he did so, Dollops came puffing up out of the lower gloom, a sheep's trotter in one hand and a letter in the other.
All, at once, recognized Basavriuk's countenance in the sheep's head: my grandfather's aunt thought it was on the point of asking for vodka. . . . The worthy elders seized their hats, and hastened home. "Satan take you, let us make the sign of the cross over you!" . . . And the same marvel happened to his better- half.
The butchers were numerous, and understood showing off animals to the best advantage. Sometimes they even stuck a little sheep's wool on a leg of goat's flesh, to make it pass for mutton. When a fat bull was brought to the market to be killed, its horns were dyed red with henna, the drummers attended, a mob soon collected, the news of the animal's size and fatness spread, and all ran to buy.
Cut a sheep's liver into pieces and stew with the sheep's head in 4 quarts of water. Add sliced onions, sliced leeks, carrots, turnips, parsley and thyme, salt, pepper and a few cloves. Let all cook until tender; then strain. Let stand until cool. Skim off the fat; heat and mix with flour until brown; let boil. Add a glass of white wine. Cook all together and serve hot. Spanish Fried Potatoes.
"Come ye in come ye in, good friends," he called, as they approached. "There's cold bekkon, an' cold sheep's liver, an' Dutch cheese, besides bread, an' a thimble-full o' gin-an'-water for every soul among ye, to make it a day of note in the parish." He looked back over his shoulder into the kitchen. A dozen men and women, all elderly, were already gathered there.
"The way to eat a sheep's head," exclaimed a florid man, "is with plain sauce. Clams are not kind after nightfall. Champagne destroyed the coats of W. Wickham, Mayor of the bon vivants. Sic transit overtook my rapid transit. Heigh-ho!" "Hear me lisp a couplet," said the great poet Saxe. "Oh, how many a slip 'twixt the couplet and the cup! Abdomen dominates.
In my judgment he is as guilty as his smug co-partner in crime if not more so this oily financier who came smiling and in sheep's clothing, pointing out subtle ways by which the city's money could be made profitable for both; but when I hear Mr. Cowperwood described as I have just heard him described, as a nice, mild, innocent agent, my gorge rises.
"Oh, Mrs Merton!" exclaimed Mrs Brook remonstratively. Mrs Merton tried again more carefully, and hit the mark, but still without success. "It won't go in!" she gasped, as, on opening her eyes a second time, she found only a few drops of blood trickling from a mere scratch in the sheep's neck; "I I can't do it!"
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